38 - Jealous
Emma
“We want a similar suit in navy, beige, tan and…” I looked at Cillian and back at the employee. “Light pink.”
“Just black. Please,” Cillian rumbled at her, but I shushed him, and ignoring his grumpy scowl, I went to the shoes department.
“I don’t need more clothes, Doll. I have tons of them,” Cillian complained, following me. A few customers were eyeing him, and I saw an old lady tuck a gray lock behind her ear, shamelessly checking him out.
I gaped and held his hand, glaring at her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m holding your hand. So you don’t get lost.”
His hand was large, warm, and I liked the soft callouses on the pads of his fingers. He chuckled, and I peered up at him. “What?”
Cillian was smirking now as he leaned down to boop my nose, “You’re jealous, Do
