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body tensed and he felt his jaw tighten.
Then Lilly’s hand rested on his arms and his mind went blank. “Thanks for helping.” It came out as a whisper and he could see she was still fighting off the tears. He figured no words were needed. Especially since he didn’t know what to say and didn’t think he could handle seeing her eyes fill with hurt and pain again if he said the wrong thing.
He helped Rowan carry several boxes up to her room. She had cleared everything out, including the broken chair. When he walked back into the kitchen, he felt a little more settled. Maybe it was because he knew Lilly was up in her room happily unpacking, or maybe it was because she’d shown a hint of kindness towards him for the first time. Either way, that evening’s shift seemed to fly by.
On his way back to his room, he stopped by and, seeing the light under her door, he knocked.
When she opened the door, he felt his mouth water. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, and several strands had fallen loose around her face. She was wearing a pair of gray sweat shorts and an old Boston University T-shirt that looked like it had spent too much time in the wash.
“Hey,” she said, leaning against her door. “How’d dinner go?”
“Fine.” His eyes roamed behind her, surprised that she still had plenty of unpacking to do.
“Need some help?” He nodded towards a large pile of clothes that currently took up her entire bed.
“No, I…” She glanced around, then blew a wisp of hair out of her eyes. “Yes,” she groaned. “Tons of it.” Her shoulders sagged. She stood aside and he walked in. “Heather has the wine social this evening and I’m desperate,” she explained.
“It doesn’t seem that hard to me, you just take those empty hangers there and…” He walked over as she shut her door and leaned against it, then he picked up a black hanger, slid a dress over, and held it up. “ Voilà .”
She glared at him. “It’s not that simple.”
“No?” He walked over and hung the dress up in her almost empty closet.
“No.” She followed him and took the dress down. “First, I have to decide if it fits. Then I have to decide if it fits me.”
“Aren’t those the same thing?”
She chuckled. “For a Frenchman, you sure know nothing about fashion.”
“It seems easy enough. Try it on, if it fits, hang it up.” He crossed his arms over his chest. She looked down at the dress in question and frowned.
“I was about to try this one on.” Her eyes moved up to his. He held in a smile and only raised his eyebrows up slightly.
“Well…”
She tilted her head. “There is no way I’m going to change with you in the room.”
“So, change in the bathroom.”
She glanced towards the bathroom door, then back at him. “It would be nice to have a second opinion. I’m so terrible at this. Usually I take Sarah or Heather with me.” She bit her bottom lip.
“So, use me instead.” He walked over to the oversized chair in the corner of her room and sat down. “Go ahead. I’ve nothing better to do.”
She walked over to the bed and picked up a handful of clothes. “But I want your honest opinions.”
“But of course.” He added the thick French accent to the statement.
She hesitated just outside the bathroom door, then walked over to the closet where she’d hung a dozen other items and grabbed those too. “I never go shopping without Sarah,” she growled and disappeared into the bathroom.
Less than two minutes later, she walked out and he felt his mouth water again.
“You’re not saying anything.” She frowned and glanced down at the dress. “I thought I really liked—”
Before his mind could catch up with his body, he was across the room and had her in his arms. His mouth covered hers, quickly ending her sentence.
He felt her tense body melt against his as his tongue played over her lips. “Keep the dress,” he said softly when he moved away.
“Well, if it gets this
Then Lilly’s hand rested on his arms and his mind went blank. “Thanks for helping.” It came out as a whisper and he could see she was still fighting off the tears. He figured no words were needed. Especially since he didn’t know what to say and didn’t think he could handle seeing her eyes fill with hurt and pain again if he said the wrong thing.
He helped Rowan carry several boxes up to her room. She had cleared everything out, including the broken chair. When he walked back into the kitchen, he felt a little more settled. Maybe it was because he knew Lilly was up in her room happily unpacking, or maybe it was because she’d shown a hint of kindness towards him for the first time. Either way, that evening’s shift seemed to fly by.
On his way back to his room, he stopped by and, seeing the light under her door, he knocked.
When she opened the door, he felt his mouth water. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, and several strands had fallen loose around her face. She was wearing a pair of gray sweat shorts and an old Boston University T-shirt that looked like it had spent too much time in the wash.
“Hey,” she said, leaning against her door. “How’d dinner go?”
“Fine.” His eyes roamed behind her, surprised that she still had plenty of unpacking to do.
“Need some help?” He nodded towards a large pile of clothes that currently took up her entire bed.
“No, I…” She glanced around, then blew a wisp of hair out of her eyes. “Yes,” she groaned. “Tons of it.” Her shoulders sagged. She stood aside and he walked in. “Heather has the wine social this evening and I’m desperate,” she explained.
“It doesn’t seem that hard to me, you just take those empty hangers there and…” He walked over as she shut her door and leaned against it, then he picked up a black hanger, slid a dress over, and held it up. “ Voilà .”
She glared at him. “It’s not that simple.”
“No?” He walked over and hung the dress up in her almost empty closet.
“No.” She followed him and took the dress down. “First, I have to decide if it fits. Then I have to decide if it fits me.”
“Aren’t those the same thing?”
She chuckled. “For a Frenchman, you sure know nothing about fashion.”
“It seems easy enough. Try it on, if it fits, hang it up.” He crossed his arms over his chest. She looked down at the dress in question and frowned.
“I was about to try this one on.” Her eyes moved up to his. He held in a smile and only raised his eyebrows up slightly.
“Well…”
She tilted her head. “There is no way I’m going to change with you in the room.”
“So, change in the bathroom.”
She glanced towards the bathroom door, then back at him. “It would be nice to have a second opinion. I’m so terrible at this. Usually I take Sarah or Heather with me.” She bit her bottom lip.
“So, use me instead.” He walked over to the oversized chair in the corner of her room and sat down. “Go ahead. I’ve nothing better to do.”
She walked over to the bed and picked up a handful of clothes. “But I want your honest opinions.”
“But of course.” He added the thick French accent to the statement.
She hesitated just outside the bathroom door, then walked over to the closet where she’d hung a dozen other items and grabbed those too. “I never go shopping without Sarah,” she growled and disappeared into the bathroom.
Less than two minutes later, she walked out and he felt his mouth water again.
“You’re not saying anything.” She frowned and glanced down at the dress. “I thought I really liked—”
Before his mind could catch up with his body, he was across the room and had her in his arms. His mouth covered hers, quickly ending her sentence.
He felt her tense body melt against his as his tongue played over her lips. “Keep the dress,” he said softly when he moved away.
“Well, if it gets this
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