38 - Jealous

38 - Jealous

Emma

“We want a similar suit in navy, beige, tan and…” I looked at Cillian and back at the employee. “Light pink.”

“Just black. Please,” Cillian rumbled at her, but I shushed him, and ignoring his grumpy scowl, I went to the shoes department.

“I don’t need more clothes, Doll. I have tons of them,” Cillian complained, following me. A few customers were eyeing him, and I saw an old lady tuck a gray lock behind her ear, shamelessly checking him out.

I gaped and held his hand, glaring at her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m holding your hand. So you don’t get lost.”

His hand was large, warm, and I liked