FIA
I stood outside Cian's chambers, my back pressed against the cold stone wall. Heat crawled up my neck and into my face until I thought my skin might catch fire. My hands shook at my sides. I couldn't stop replaying what just happened. The frame falling from my fingers. The glass exploding across the floor. His face when he saw what I'd done.
'Why can't you keep your fucking hands to yourself?'
My chest squeezed tight. I wrapped my arms around myself like that would somehow hold me together. It was just a picture frame. I hadn't meant to snoop. I was just looking for something, anything, to distract myself from the memory of his arms around me. From the way my fingers had traced his lips while he slept.
The drawer had been open. Just a crack. The frame was sitting right there in plain view. I'd only wanted to see who was in the photo. That was all.
