C21 Teas And Blanket

Whatever she was fighting inside herself, it mirrored the conflict that tore him apart.

“Here,” he said softly, motioning to the clothes. “Change into these.”

She hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and taking them.

Her fingers brushed against his as she grabbed the sweatshirt, and a strange jolt passed between them.

She paused, her gaze flicking up to his for the briefest moment