#Chapter 44: Sweater Weather

Iris I scramble to my feet, my face instantly heating beneath Arthur’s confused gaze. I quickly realize that I’m still wearing his sweater, and that I fell asleep in his closet while waiting for Selina to leave. “I… Um…” I glance around, looking for some kind of excuse. My eyes finally fall on the pile of dresses, and I scoop them up, holding them so Arthur can see. “I needed a dress for tonight. Guess I fell asleep while I was looking for one.” Arthur furrows his brow. “Did you not sleep last night?” “No, I mean—” “And you never told me why you’re wearing my sweater.” He reaches up, bracing his arm on the doorframe above his head. A look of amusement flickers across his features, and I feel my heart flutter even faster at the sight of him. Here, surrounded by his scent, wearing his sweater, and looking at his handsome form, I feel suddenly small and foolish. “I got cold,” I manage, hating how meek my voice sounds. Arthur stares at me for a mom