C47 Rose

“Why do you smell like my hair wash?” I asked Emmett who stared blankly at me, rooted to

the foot of my bed. Rivulets of water rolled from his thorax down his tanned abs.

Focus.

He's going to wet my room…he'll clean that up after I've confronted him about touching my

stuff.

I wasn't wrong when I heard something fall in my bathroom while I forced myself back into

sleep