Sean’s face softened as he met my eye. “Of course. Sorry, I should have thought of that.” He looked me up and down, again taking in the fact that I wore his clothes. The corner of his mouth quirked upward, as though he couldn’t help it. I felt myself blush under his scrutiny, again becoming aware of how his scent clung to the t-shirt I wore. “I guess you’ll be needing new clothes, too,” he said after a moment.
Sure, I wanted to say snidely. I would love an orange jumpsuit. Or maybe some old-school black and white stripes. Orange isn’t really my color.
But I held it back. I really did want some fresh clothes, and the way that Sean looked at me while I was wearing his made me distinctly uncomfortable.
“Yeah,” I replied instead, “that would be nice.” But it didn’t feel nice. My stomach twisted as I realized that getting a new wardrobe meant that I was definitely staying here for a while. I felt like Belle in Beauty and the Beast. I wouldn’t be surprised if the chest of drawers turned anthropomorphic, bursting into song as it proffered me eighteenth-century French dresses, telling me, “You’ll look ravishing in this one!”I couldn’t suppress a small sigh, although I knew I should try to look grateful in order to ingratiate myself with Sean, my own personal Beast. Only he was far, far sexier. I frowned at myself, resenting him for making me feel this way. Why did he have to be so goddamn hot?