First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
The towel dropped down and the house shook for a second. Mélanie jumped; Jasper reached over and put a hand on her arm.
“That’s a laugh. It’s okay, it just means your joke worked. I mean, I hope it was a joke. And… you’re right and wrong.”
“Sir?” Mélanie found that that worried her more than the house shaking.
“It’s to your credit, not mine, that you get along with the house. I’m just really glad that I found you. We’ve had a few, ah. There’s been a few false hopes and a few that were obvious bad fits from the first day, but you — I think you will be happy here with us.”
Happy here with us. Not well-behaved or even well-suited. Mélanie found she wanted to smile, so she did, slowly but genuinely.
“I think I probably will be too, sir. Jasper. And House… Does House have a name?” Continue reading