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?
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