Dyson kicked the door shut and locked all the locks before shifting me like I weighed nothing back into both arms. Crossing the front room Dyson carried me up the stairs and into the long hallway of the second floor of the house. I pointed to the room I was using and Dyson gracefully strode through the door with me in tow. My heart pounded, I've never been all alone in a house with a man before let alone had one where I slept. I tried to calm myself so Dyson wouldn't notice and start asking awkward questions. Why are you freaking out, stupid? He's already seen you naked, so what's the big deal?

He set me on the bed gently before grabbing my duffle bag of clothes and bringing it over to the bed. Wordlessly, I opened it and searched for clothes to sleep in while Dyson stood to the side watching me look through the bag. I picked out black sweatpants, a gray tank-top, a purple sweater (my human form gets cold easily), a pair of black panties, and a black sports bra. I slipped the sling off before trying to take off the scrub top that Lauren had given me, pulling my right arm out of the sleeve. Dyson was suddenly next to me with his hand on my bare arm, his touch sending fire through my veins. "Let me help you." He said so softly I could barely hear him. My heart started to race as I nodded. Great the first guy to see me naked is going to be the first one to undress me too. Okay, calm down. He gently gripped the hem of the scrub top and pulled it over my head then down off my injured left arm, pointedly not looking at my chest. He dropped the top on the floor and reached over to the pile of clothes and retrieved my sports bra. He gingerly guided my left arm through the strap before pulling it over my head, he held it while I pushed my right arm through the strap. He let me finish pulling it down and over my breasts myself as he grabbed my tank top. We repeated the process with my head and arms, but this time he finished pulling the top down all the way.

He gently lifted me off the bed and looked right into my eyes as he grasped the waist of the scrub pants and pulled them down off my hips and let them fall to the floor. There was no doubt now that he knew my reaction to him, he could smell it, but he was polite and ignored it. The slight flaring of his nostrils and the dilating of his eyes were the only indication of him noticing. He set me back down on the bed and grabbed my panties from the pile next to me on the bed as I squeezed my thighs together to hide my arousal. He knelt lifted my left foot guided it through the leg hole and set it back down and repeated the process on the right. He pulled the panties up to my knees before standing again wrapping one arm around my waist and lifting me off the bed again. He pulled them up slowly, the backs his knuckles brushing against my left thigh. He maintained eye contact the entire time.

He set me back down on the bed, grabbed my pants and repeated the process all over again. Still never breaking eye contact, which only served to arouse me farther. When he returned me to the bed after pulling up the sweatpants he reached for the sweater. He guided my left arm through it gently, pulled it down over my head, and held it while I move my right arm into the sleeve then pulled it down until the hem met the waist of my sweatpants. "Better?" He asked quietly while he retrieved the sling then guided my arm into it and pulled the strap over my head.

"Much." I said softly. He smiled gently.

"Good." He said quietly. "Now let's get you laying down so you can get some sleep." He gently lifted me into his arms and grabbed the blankets and pulled them down. He set me down again and let me move until I was comfortable, laying on my right side, then pulled the blankets up over me tucking me in. "Comfortable?" He asked. I nodded and he turned to walk away. I caught his hand and he turned his head to look at me questioningly.

"Stay." I whispered. "Please."

"I'm not leaving, I'm just going to sit in the chair." He said. I didn't want him that far. I shook my head and tugged on his hand. "What is it?" He asked. I just tugged on his hand again. "Freya?" He questioned again.

"Stay here… with me….please." I said looking down to where I had a hold of his hand.