Summer flicked a quick glance up at him, before bending back to finish the steak. It was really good, and it didn’t take much longer before the plate held nothing but smears. She picked up the pencil again, tapping it on the pad. Compressing her lips together, and trying to ignore how uncomfortable it made her feel, she wrote a list of things she needed. A shower was at the top of the list, followed by clean clothes.
Derek was surprised she finished so fast, eating his food slowly as she began to write again. “Is that a list?” He asked, trying to see what exactly she had wrote. “A shower, clean clothes,” his eyes were squinted at the paper. “Yes, we’ll get to all that. I have a shower upstairs that you can use. I assume you know how to use one..”
She narrowed her eyes and crinkled her nose at him, disdainful of his doubt of her, and went back to writing. Shoes. He would let her stay with him, but for how long? Her gaze slipped out of focus as she wondered what she would do with her time — after all, if he was planning to feed and house her, the time she’d spent every time taking care of those needs would be free time.
She supposed she could spend the time trying to recover her memories. The more she tried to think ahead, the more questions she discovered, and Derek had already refused to answer questions. She frowned worriedly down at the page, flicking her gaze up to watch him through her eyelashes.