16 - Meet the Ex

16 - Meet the Ex

Emma

“Stay. You’ll get cold. I’ll go get them,” Cillian bit out, pulling me back and not looking at me as he opened the door. “Which drawer or… closet?”

My cheeks scorched with embarrassment as I crossed my arms. “Just some pajamas in the second closet and… there are undergarments in the drawers.” Color coded, I added mentally.

He didn’t spare me a glance and left to fetch my clothes. I shivered from the cold and caught my reflection in the mirror.

I looked red. My cheeks, ears and neck were blushing red. I jumped when there was a sharp knock on the door.

“Y-yes?”

Instead of answering, the door opened and I stared at the broad chest in dark shirt that belonged to Cillian. I took my clothes in a hurry when he handed them to me and the door closed on my face before I could thank him.

I was a mess. I was never a mess. But I was becoming a mess just because of him.

Sighing, I let go of my towel and glanced at the clothes he had picked out for me. I pursed my lips se