Secrets kept hidden

Chapter 7

Naveah P.O.V

“Morning sleepyhead.” Ruth nudges me awake, handing me a coffee. “Jump in the shower quick and come get some breakfast” she tells me. “Shower is just across the hall.” She points to it. “Ok thank you. Ermm could I trouble you for some clothes? I’m really sorry I forgot to grab some yesterday.” I ask. “Don’t be silly. It’s no trouble at all, I will lay some out on the bed for you.” “Thank you.” I say as I close the bathroom door. I turn the shower on and adjust the temperature before stepping in. The hot water running down me feed amazing, I could stay here all day. I wash my hair in Shea butter shampoo and conditioner, and my body in raspberry kiss shower gel before stepping out and wrapping a towel round me. I open the bathroom door and walk out. I can smell him. The scent of ginger, lavender and leather filling my nose. “Did you enjoy your shower Luna?” His voice startling me I jump and turn around dropping my towel, showing my whole naked self off to him. He smiles and walks towards me. I can feel the anxiety creeping up, filling my whole body as I try to cover my modesty with my arms. “No need to hide from me petal.” He places his arm around my waist and pulls me closer kissing my forehead. “Chris I need you down here please.” I hear his mother call to him. “Best you pop your clothes on and come for breakfast.” He tells me smiling before heading back downstairs. I walk into the bedroom and find some clothes laid out for me on the bed. I slip on the underwear and bra, before squeezing into the black skinny jeans. They outline every curve of my calves, thighs and buttocks. A flowery vest top which is absolutely gorgeous only problem being, my boobs look like they are fighting each other to be the first to pop out and say hello to the world. I head down stairs for breakfast. I can hear Chris winding Ruth up in the kitchen, his laugh is like a calming melody hitting my ears, and his scent stirring up butterflies in my stomach. Chris’s mouth falls open and pancake falls out as I enter the kitchen. “Chris love why don’t you go find a jumper for your mate to wear, it rather wet and cold out there today.” She tells him whilst pushing his mouth closed with her hand. “Huh…yeah….a jumper.” He says walking out the kitchen with his back to us trying to hide the massive bulge in his pants. Ruth chuckles and pats a chair next to her for me to sit in. “Would you like some pancakes dear?” Ruth’s mother asks. “Yes please Mrs Axwell” I nod. “Please love call me Shirley. I tell you all the time.” She smiles pointing a spatular at me. “Sorry Shirley.” I giggle. “Here you are petal. One jumper perfectly picked out just for you.” Chris hands me the jumper bowing at me. I’m not sure what, but something makes me take a big sniff of the jumper. A loud low tone purr escapes my lips. “I’m so sorry.” I say my face bright red. “I don’t know where that came from.” Chris sits down smiling at himself. “That’s your wolf recognising your wolf” Ruth tells me looking towards her brother. Once again I fill anxiety creeping over me. “Don’t worry dear. Everything will start making sense soon. Just need the tablets to wear off first and your wolf will lead the way for you. Trust no one but your wolf.” Shirley tells me kissing the top of my head, and places a plate of pancakes in front of me. “So the big 18 tomorrow then? Are you excited?” Chris asks me. “ I wouldn’t say excited no. More nervous about it.” I tell him. “Nothing to be nervous about petal, your see.” Chris says with a wink of his eye. “ so you staying here tonight as well?” Ruth’s asks me with a smile breaking the awkward feeling I appear stuck in. “I loved having a roommate last night” she tells me. “I’d love to, but I don’t want to be rude and over stay my welcome.” I reply. “Nonsense dear, stay as long as you like.” Shirley insists. “But I do think you need to go and speak with your father, I’m sure he has his reasons.” “Reasons for what drugging her for nearly 14 years?” Chris snaps at his mother. “And on that note, time for school.” Ruth tugs at my arm sensing my anxiety. “I will pick you up after school petal, save you waiting for Ruth.” Chris shouts from the kitchen as we run out the front door. I look at Ruth. “ your be ok with him I promise.” Ruth tells me squeezing my hand. “Come on let’s go.”