Chapter Nine
Luna
Rian brought me breakfast in bed, and I wondered what he was playing at. Nobody does something for nothing. Everyone has an angle for acts of kindness. He claimed otherwise, once more stating he wanted to take care of me.
I longed for such relationships—nurturing ones—but didn’t trust them to last. Refusing to be vulnerable had kept me safe from further heartache since losing Mom and Dad, and I wasn’t about to lower my defenses regardless of how much I longed for someone to treat me as Rian did.
While I preferred cereal for breakfast, I forced down the eggs, bacon, and toast he’d brought. The coffee, however, hit the spot, perking up my lazy a*s eyelids. While we hadn’t exactly stayed up late, scening with Rian had wiped my a*s out, and all I wanted to do was curl up
