Luna’s POV
After showering, I wrap a towel around my body and step out of the bathroom. He’s there, lying on my bed, casually playing with little Bear. The sight is both oddly sweet and unsettling—it’s as if two sides of him exist at once, the caring side and the one that terrifies me.
“Is there a timeframe for when you’re finally going to reveal yourself to me?” I ask, walking over to the small chair at my dressing table.
“Maybe,” he replies quietly, and I can’t help but sigh.
“Maybe, as in you’re not going to tell me when?” I press, growing frustrated, but he only chuckles.
“Exactly, little deer.”
I don’t understand the delay. He’s spending so much time with me, invading every corner of my life. Why keep hiding? “Why won’t you show yourself? Are you scared I’ll be turned off by you
