Written in the stars ✨️

chapter 23: help?

+' Eos pov '+

I woke up, my head still throbbing. As my vision came back in my eyes, I looked down and saw my wounds, freshly wrapped and cleaned. At the end of the bed sat Wyatt in his tight black t-shirt and dark denim jeans, his black chunky combat boots still on. He looked so peaceful. As I moved, pulling myself to sit upright, Wyatt woke with a small jolt.

"You ok princess, aren't you?" Wyatt said, quickly moving to me, placing a hand on my cheek.

I nodded in response, grabbing his hand, pulling it closer to me. I could feel the warmth coming off of him. It was pleasant. I moved in closer to him, felling his warmth in his embrace. He was everything I have ever wanted. He was mine and only mine, and if anyone came in my way, I would be a lot harsher than I was to the guy who violated me.

I attempted to stand up, tripping over my own feet. My body felt weak, like I was a pile of limp noodles.

"Wyatt?" I said, slightly embarrassed of the question I was about to ask.

"Yes, princess?" He said with a smile, moving my blood covered hair to the side, still looking at me as though I was the prettiest thing to appear in the room.

"Can you help me take a shower?" I said, my face turning red. I had wanted to shower with him, but not in this type of situation . I had seen him with wet hair a few times, and one time with a towel around his waist, which had made me blush so much I had to walk away before I started drooling.

"Of course I will, princess." He said with a small smirk on his face. He gently placed his hands on my hips, positioning me to the edge of the bed. He is over a foot taller than me. Standing at him about 6'3, where I stood at 5'2. He bent down, picking me up with a swift movement. He carried me towards the bathroom, resting me between him and the wall as he opened the door. He leaned forward, kissing me on the forehead before placing me on the counter. He turned his back, turning the shower on, as I took off my shirt, leaving me in my white place bra.

Wyatt turned back, facing me, his eyes lowering to my breasts. My breasts weren't big by any means, but they weren't non-existent. I pulled him closer by his belt, so he was in between my legs. Reaching up, I looked at his neck, noticing the intricate necklace that hung on his neck. I stretched my arm, reaching my hand up to his neck, gently pulling his neck down to kiss me. As our kiss progressed, I pulled his t-shirt over his head. His toned muscles looked more defined, revealing a deeply enhanced v-line. I practically drooled at the sight of him. He was just enough to please me by the looks of him. He finished undressing us both and picked me up, helping me stand in the shower.

He was so sweet under his cold emotions. I reached for the shampoo, not being able to reach it, my body sore. Wyatt grabbed it, handing it to me. As I began to shampoo my hair, his hands lay on my hips, gliding up and down my thighs and ass as he held me up. I reached up, attempting to wash his hair and not being able to.

"Help?" I said, wanting him to lean his head down. Wyatt looked at me, automatically going to his knees and kissing my stomach as he held me. I was able to shampoo both of our hair before he stood up, helping me rinse the rest out of my hair. He took us both out of the shower, I was a bit stronger from the warm shower, and I was almost able to stand on my own.

Wyatt held onto me as he grabbed two towels, wrapping one around me and the other around his waist. As he helped me walk back into his room, he set me down on his bed, leaving to grab another towel. He used the third towel to dry my long hair, braiding it after he towel dried it.
I lay in his bed, covered in a towel while he dressed in a black t-shirt and dark grey boxers. He came and lay beside me handing me a black t-shirt.

"This is for you to wear, princess." He said. "I can help you put it on it you would like."

"I would like that very much." I said, leaving a kiss on his cheek.

As I sat up, he lifted the shirt over my head and placed it on me, grazing my breasts with his hands. The shirt pooled around my thighs almost to my knees. As much as  I wanted his hands on me in the most intimate ways, I was still in pain. I leaned into him, his warmth bringing me peace as I drifted off to sleep. I never wanted to leave his side. He made me feel safe, and that's what I needed.

As the sun peaked through the window in Wyatt's room. I woke up to Wyatt tracing his finger around my face, then under my chin, kissing my cheek.

"Good morning, princess." Wyatt said with a smile.

"Good morning." I said, kissing him. Wyatt and I both got up, getting dressed, Wyatt in his usual black shirt and dark denim jeans, and me in a white sweater and black skirt that showed most of my thighs. I grabbed my makeup, doing my usual eyeshadow and eyeliner, along with my black lipstick.. As I looked in the mirror, I could see Wyatt behind me, hugging me. His head hung over my shoulder. I kissed his cheek, leaving a black lipstick mark on his face. He looked better with my lipstick marking. I held his face next to my head, wanting the moment to never end.