His Abused Mute Luna

Chapter Fifteen

"I didn't get to tell you before, but those bags are full of clothes for you. My sister had gone out and bought you a few things until you feel comfortable enough here," he interrupted my thoughts and I looked over at the bags, "she guessed your sizes based on look and I've got to give it to her, she's very good at it, so they should be a close fit."

My gaze darted back to him and I scrunched my eyebrows. He has a sister? Was it the woman that called me names? Could someone as sweet as him have a sister as nasty as her?

"You haven't met her. She came by while you were unconscious in the hospital because I didn't want her to overwhelm you. If it says anything, Whitney is her best friend," he appeared embarrassed, averting his eyes to the floor with a neck rub and I smiled at how cute it looked.

He is a very strong, muscular man who fights for what he loves. He doesn't look like the type to feel emotions such as nervousness, embarrassment, or even pain, yet he does, which makes him much more real to me.

I slid off the bed and walked over to the bags, opening them enough to see inside and my smile widened upon seeing sealed packages of underwear. My smile then faltered in confusion when I spotted a small, triangular fabric with straps, so I lifted it out of the bag and turned to him with a frown.

I swear I've seen one of these before in a bigger size...

He widened his eyes and rubbed his face, "uh, I'll have, um, Gabbie help you with that."

Nodding, I put it back in the bag and grabbed a black flared skirt with an excited gasp, adding it to the growing pile in my arms then digging for a top, pulling out a white t-shirt and spinning to face him.

"Did you find what you wanted?" He smiled and I nodded, looking down at the pile in my grasp.

Picking whatever I want to wear is so fun! I hope I get to do it more often.

"I'll let you do what you need," he said, walking over and reaching past me, pulling out a shirt from the dresser and sliding it over his head. I watched intently as he covered himself and a slight frown tugged at my lips, "just knock on the bedroom door when you're done and I'll come get you. Take your time, okay?"

I nodded and he brushed some hair out of my face before smiling down at me, then turning away and leaving the room. I noticed on his way out that the shirt hugged his arms and collar, becoming loose below his pecks where it hid his six pack.

I didn't even know just how muscular he was until now. I think he should walk around without a shirt from now on.

Clearing my thoughts of him, I took off the dress and looked down at myself. My body was dirty again and I don't want him to be driven away from me for being unhygienic, but I also don't know if I am allowed to take yet another shower after already having so many already.

I reluctantly walked into the bathroom with my things, setting them down and quietly turning on the water so he didn't hear.

I'll just have to make it fast so he doesn't notice, my hair is still damp from earlier so I'm sure he won't see a difference.

I really want him to like me.

I can't ruin this.

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I pulled the skirt up and lifted my gaze to the mirror, insecurities immediately flooding in after seeing the white t-shirt wasn't long enough to cover my still bruised and scarred stomach, however, it still fit. It also was a little snug, revealing just how flat chested and skinny I am.

I don't like this shirt.

The skirt, on the other hand, covered everything below my belly button, ending just above mid-thigh with built in shorts underneath. I felt comfortable in it unlike the top. Maybe if I had boobs and a little more fat, it'd be cute, except I don't.