63-A Perfect Man!

Helanie:

"I'm sorry," I said, turning around to give him some privacy as he pulled another shirt from the bag he carried with him. Just a few days ago I was deeply hated by these brothers. But now they were taking turns taking care of me? Or was it because they felt guilty or responsible for someone from the shelter attacking the other candidate?

"Did I wake you up? Sorry, I didn't realize I was being so loud," he murmured softly in his deep, raspy voice.

"No, it's fine. I... I haven't been able to fall back asleep since waking up from a nightmare," I admitted, waiting for him to finish changing.

He stepped up behind me, gently tapped two fingers on my shoulder, then walked past. That was his casual way of letting me know he was done.

I turned around just in time to see him untie his hair and give it a quick shake, freeing the loose strands.