Arianna's POV
I pulled the robe tighter around myself before answering. Killian stood in the doorway holding a neatly folded stack of clothes. He didn’t step inside. Didn’t look away either.
“You need to eat before taking the medication,” he said evenly. “And… these should fit. More or less.”
I blinked. “Clothes?”
He extended them toward me and when I took them, my fingers brushed his—brief, accidental, electric. He didn’t react outwardly, but his jaw tightened like he’d felt it too.
“Thank you.”
“Come to the kitchen when you’re ready,” he added. “You shouldn’t take any medication on an empty stomach.”
Before I could respond, he turned and left, the door closing quietly behind him. I looked down at the clothes in my arms.
They were his. There was no mistaking it.
Dark grey sweatp
