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Chapter 11 - Considerations

Twisted Moon - Book 3 of the Black Moon series - Chapter 11: Considerations

(Noah's POV - Mon. 2 March 2015)

Once again I wake up feeling comfortable and warm. Damn! I could get used to this again! This time, it feels even better, because I am not scared and contrary to the two previous occurrences it happened, I know where I am, even if my eyelids are still shut. As soon as I open my eyes, I immediately recognize the place and I can't help a little smile tugging at my lips. Yes, I am exactly where I thought I was; the same bedroom with its modern furniture and this comfortable bed. Since I didn't draw the shutters last night, the grey morning light is filtering through the windows and as expected, it seems like it snowed again, so I am definitely grateful for another warm night here. For now, I just revel in the coziness of the comforter, rolling myself into it.

That Camden guy is just... amazing. To be honest, I was more than amazed by the Samaritan yesterday afternoon; his kindness; his generosity; his rather chilly and imposing ways as well. When I threw up after eating too fast, I expected him to shout, or kick me out of his house, but he didn't do any of that; no, he was just there to support me all the way and then, he bedded me on the couch of his living room and let me sleep while he took care of Jess. Later on, when I woke up and learned that my puppy had peed on the floor, I thought he was going to be angry, but he simply explained that these things happen with babies. It got even better when he offered the delicious soup I had been dreaming of.

The silence while we ate didn't feel uneasy at all, but it didn't last. Of course, he had to start asking questions again. It took me a little while to disclose a bit of personal information; despite his charity, he is still a stranger to me and I am not used to opening up to people I don't know. However, he managed to reassure me and in the end, I only revealed the bare minimum; which was already a lot for me but still seemed to satisfy his curiosity for the moment. I was mostly relieved to see that he is not one of those homophobic jerks who can't gather that some women prefer boobs and some men prefer dicks; contrary to what those idiots think, homosexuality is not a disease and it doesn't make us any different than straight people; at the end of the day, we love with the same heart.

The last overwhelming blow of the day was that he offered to accommodate me until I have recovered a better physical state. I can't believe that I was so lucky to cross the path of such an open-handed man, but I wonder if I should accept his proposition. I could certainly enjoy the warmth of his house as well as nice meals in order to get back on my own two feet and regain a better health. I hate the idea of having to depend on someone, but honestly, it is quite tempting; I wouldn't have to worry about finding some money to feed myself and Jess; or sneak into abandoned buildings. And yet...

What will happen when I get better? What am I going to do when he decides that I am in good shape and he kicks me out? By then, and even if it is only for a couple of weeks, I will have gotten used to this comfort and going back to live on the streets will only be harder. Will I feel strong enough and look good enough to find a job then? And what about Jess? He will also get used to this house, not mentioning the man; he might hate me for taking him away from this new life. I could also leave him here when I go away, but will he forgive me if I do that? After all, I am his little master... maybe not the best, but I still saved him and took care of him the best I could.

Sitting up in bed, I lean over and look at the cute little ball of fur sleeping on the floor. He has curled up among the clothes I left for him as a bed last night. He must have sensed I was looking at him because he suddenly opens his eyes and his tail starts wagging in excitement. Before he gets too agitated, I pick him up from the floor and cuddle him to my chest. I don't think that I could ever abandon him here, but at the same time, I can tell that he is already getting attached to the man. Last night, when Camden went up to his bedroom, Jess hurried to follow him and stopped at the bottom of the stairs to watch him climb up. It took him a good five minutes to stop staring at the steps and he gave up only once I got up and went to the kitchen to prepare him his meal as the man had advised.