I actually spoke to him. I voluntarily gave him my name. Am I crazy? Yes. But he became so convincing after he told me literally everything about him. Literally everything. I didn't know that one person could remember so much about their childhood. But it was nice having someone to talk to. Yes I had Maria and Anthony, but our conversations mainly consisted of "How are you doing?" and "What do you want to do?" This was someone that actually wanted me to get to know them.

After he left the room the other day, I decided to stay in bed. Maria was nice enough to bring me my meals and keep me some form of company. I did go to bed earlier then I usually did because for once, I actually trusted this man. Not completely, but enough to know that I would not be dead by tomorrow morning or any time soon.

Since he came back, I woke up to him holding my hand while still asleep in the chair like he didn't just leave for a week and a half. For the first time since he's been doing this, I questioned why he would rather sleep in a hard reading chair, and hold my hand, instead of using one of the other twenty-three bedrooms in this house. I'm sure one of them is actually his room.

To not disturb him, I quickly did my morning routine. Once done, I come out of the bathroom and see he is gone, but in his place was a note.

Good morning beautiful!

I had to head out to go do some work, but hopefully we can have another chat tonight if you want? If not, just let Anthony know for me and I will leave you alone for the day.

-J

I thought about not wanting to talk with him since I was still really hesitant and unsure about his intentions. But last night's talk was enjoyable and he was very sweet. Deciding to suck it up, I was going to see him again tonight.

"What's with the blush?"

I quickly turn around and shove the note under my pillow while I see Anthony in my room. "Oh-oh it's nothing!" I squeak. "Mmmmmh hmmm." he snorts with a knowing smirk on his face. Why am I unsure about showing him the note? It's not like it's embarrassing or anything.

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I ended up having an earlier lunch and was about to head back up to the room to have a short nap. It was more like part of my routine that I did on a day to day basis since being here. After every lunch I would take a thirty to forty-five minute nap.

I was about to get comfortable in the bed until I heard the door open. Looking over, I see the man that I have been thinking about all day.

"Hello Lilly." he smiles. I send him a small smile back and a shy little wave. He came to visit me a lot earlier then I thought and by looking at him, he knew that as well. "Um sorry that I'm coming to talk with you earlier then I said I would. I just couldn't concentrate on work so I decided to come see you before tonight if that's alright?" I nodded my head again telling him it was fine. I mean it's not like I'm doing anything important in this house anyways. All I mainly do is eat, sleep, use the restroom, and read. Exciting right?

"So what should I talk about today?" he asked while sitting in the chair across the room. And so for over two hours he talked about his childhood dog Ruckus and how him and Anthony met and became best friends due to the dog dragging him into Anthony at a park. He made me wish his dog didn't die at the ripe old age of thirteen three years ago. I would of loved to have some fluffy company.

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These talks started to become a normal thing between us. He would come in every day either after I ate lunch or after my nap and he would talk for an hour or two about everything and anything. After two more conversations in, he started to ask yes or no questions to me. I would just nod my head, but later I felt like that was a bit rude and decided to start answering with my voice. The first time I responded to one of his questions with a worded yes, his face lit up like a little boy's when you tell him you're going to Disney World. He then started asking multiple questions over and over and I felt he was only doing that to hear me talk. Although I was aware of what he was trying to do, I decided to still answer with my voice making him look like the happiest man on Earth.

I started asking him small questions later on. The first one I asked was what was his name. I felt terrible that this interesting individual knew mine and was having these long conversations with me about everything and anything about himself. It was just weird to know so much about him but not know his name. "It's Jason." A smile graced his face, showing his beautiful dimples.

Jason.

I never really was interested in people's appearances since I was so focused on school and never really thought about being in a relationship, but I truly looked at this man today. He was absolutely gorgeous. Like one of the male models in the magazines that my mother didn't want me to look at gorgeous.

Over time I got more into our talks that I never noticed that he was moving closer and closer to me everyday. I didn't notice until he walked in and sat right on the bed and his wonderful manly sent filled my nose.

"Can I ask you something?" I quietly spoke. "Anything beautiful." That became one of his favorite things to call me, and every time he did, a huge blush would flush across my face and neck. Once my face cooled down, I asked the main question I have been wanting to ask him since day one since these talks started.

"Why are you doing this Jason?"