Song: Body Say by Demi Lovato

As Amy lay there in bed as she woke up, she thought back on the couple days that passed. Jason was as attentive as he could be, but there were times when he had to leave. There was about two hours left in the audiobook, so he promised they would finish it tonight to find out who the killer was. He was so sure he was right, but she didn't think so. She could almost laugh at how sure of himself he was. He swore he never read the book, he just knew how 'things' worked. "It's all predictable to me anymore, Amelia," he told her. She didn't understand that, but she let it slide. Confidence was one thing, but boredom with how the answer was so obvious was another thing entirely. She was having a good time with him with the book, though. She laughed with him and updated him on what was going on. He was actually extremely attentive when he was around and seemed to take joy in her enjoyment of the book and discussions. It was the best case scenario that she could imagine for her situation.

The worst part of the situation, though, was that she hadn't showered in days. He said she couldn't get the gash on her head wet, but he said she could shower now since the butterfly stitches could come off. She washed here and there, but a full body shower was exactly what she needed. She just knew her hair was a gross mess, too. She felt her way to the door and knocked on it, knowing there would be someone in the hallway. She heard a dark, mean sounding voice ask, "Yes, miss?"

"I'm going to shower, could you leave me a couple towels outside of the bathroom door?" She didn't know where the linen closet was and wasn't about to try to find it. She would end up killing herself. She could see the headlines now. Blinded woman dies searching for a linen closet. Instead of a closet, she found an open window. She so wasn't going to search.

He just grunted and said, "Yea."

She cheerily, trying to get him to not sound so horribly depressed, replied, "Thank you, kind sir."

Instead of any kind of reply she was looking for, he miserably grunted again. So much for that.

She felt her way to the bathroom, and after allowing the water to get warm, she stripped her clothes and stepped into the steaming water. She reveled in the water that immediately slid down her legs. This is what bliss feels like. As she stepped further under the water and wet her hair, she thought about the past couple days. For being temporarily blind, she was doing exceptionally well under Jason's kind attention. When she first found out about her vision, she was devastated, not to mention she made an ass out of herself by crying like a wailing child to Jason. That poor man had no idea how to deal with her and her outbursts. She imagined that he didn't deal well with things like this, but he was doing as well as anyone could do.

She just thanked her lucky stars that something in him made him take her here instead of to a hospital. If she went right to a hospital, as soon as she was better, they would have sent her home, vision or no vision. She cringed to think of how she would fare on her own. Here, she had someone bringing her food all the time, he gave her the iPad to listen to audiobooks, and she was never really lonely because he was around for her to be enough company. She wasn't a very high maintenance woman. She was used to doing things on her own, but this experience made her question that. How much easier would things be if I had help in life? She knew she was making do—well, kind of, but help would be nice. She never once asked a single person for help in her life. She knew she had to make it on her own, but Jason never even gave her an option. He just did—so technically, she still never asked for help.

Which brought her to her next thought—why did he never even give her an option? Why did he unfailingly help her through this? He was a kind man—in his own way, but this was a whole lot to do for someone. She knew she wasn't that naïve of a person, and she knew that there had to be some kind of attraction there for him to waste his time. The way he held onto her hand at times or kissed her on the forehead, it almost felt like they were long-time lovers. He made things that could sometimes be awkward feel like home. Like they were made for one another. He just did those things and didn't question if it was ok with her. He was completely confident in his actions. She found that sexy.

His dark humor was her favorite. Once she figured out that he wasn't insulting her, and he was just being funny in his own way, she began to enjoy his humor. Amy wasn't usually the type to have laughing fits, but there were a couple times with Jason so far that she didn't stop laughing until she felt sick. His comments just made her day with how outside-the-box they were and how blunt they could be.

After feeling around for a bottle of shampoo and washing her hair, she lathered up a loofah that he left for her and began to wash away all the filth of the past couple days. She was starting to feel like a new person with this shower. It was unbelievable what a shower could do.

When she turned off the water, she went to step out of the shower and too late she realized that she never put a towel down on the floor in front of the shower and there was no rug. Her foot never found stable footing, and she began to slip. She could feel it happening in slow motion, and all she could think was, Really, Amy? This is going to be a bad one, klutz! Her foot completely slid out from under her body, and she went to grab onto the glass door of the shower stall but couldn't get a good grip with her wet hands. The only thing she could do was wait for impact in 3... 2... 1!

She fell back on her ass, but before she could stop it, she also smashed her head on the shower door. She yelped, and it was a loud yelp. Jesus, Amy. Enough of this shit. Isn't that the lecture Jason gave you?

Before she could do much else other than grab the back of her head where it crashed into the shower door, she heard the bathroom door swing open and slam into the wall. There was silence for a couple drawn out seconds, and then she heard a very distinctive voice growl out, "What did I tell you, Amelia?"

A/N: So what does everyone think of this part? We're really starting to see how she is reacting to this mysterious man and what she thinks of his quirks and whatnot. She's not an idiot, but she is really liking this guy. Let me know what you think of seeing more into Amy's ponderings. Let me know what you think will happen next. As usual, the next part is already written, and I won't give away clues on what's coming up next—good or bad. Will she get mad that he stormed into the room? Will he get fed up with her klutziness? What do you think? As always, constructive criticism is welcome.

Post writing author's note: So I have the next couple chapters edited and fleshed out, so I will be posting everyday until at least Chapter 11-12. (And they really start to get good at that point). So just wanted to let you beautiful people know.

Until next time, lovelies. Ta!