"Old Friend"

Luna's POV:

  I'm standing next to Tatum's bed looking at the shirt he's laid out for me. It's a soft grey color and thicker than the last one. I pick the shirt up and bury my face in it inhaling the masculine scent that lies within it. I hurry and dry myself off snapping my fingers to make a pair of underwear appear before slipping the soft cotton shirt over my body.

I snap my fingers again and my wet hair is instantly groomed and dried in its natural wavy style. I placed the towel in the same hamper I put everything into last time then walked over to the double glass doors. The curtains were wide open and I looked out at the rain soaked world then I slowly looked up at the sky. The large pale moon was full and darted in and out of the clouds as it drew me in. I feel as if I'm in a trance when the sound of Tatum's voice snaps me back.