"Five days?" Emily repeated after him. Five days on an island she doesn't know, with people she has never met before. "You never mentioned that."
"I thought I did…"
"You know what. Whatever…" Emily said, looking away from him. She couldn't face him anymore, not when her mind kept slipping into the idea that she just saw him naked.
The moment Edward entered the bathroom, Emily let out a sigh. Relieved. For a moment, the room felt hotter, and the air felt sucked out. How was she supposed to concentrate on hating him when he was like that? Right in front of her. Driving every unholy desire through her mind.
"Emily Thompson," she whispered. "Get your sh*t together."
Emily returned the sweatpant and shirt back to the drawer and picked up a nightgown—something easy enough to enjoy the fre
