But the words of rebuttal, no matter how I heard them, were tinged with a sense of guilt, pale, and unconvincing.
She bit her lip, remembering not long ago when she had forgotten to bring her pajamas after a shower. After finishing, she intended to go to the wardrobe to put on her pajamas. As she passed by Owen Moreland's suitcase, the image of a woman wearing a man's shirt—something she had seen on TV and found sexy—popped into her mind. Almost as if possessed, she sneaked a shirt out of his suitcase to wear.
After putting it on, she also thought... wanted to show him... wanted... to test his reaction...
And his reaction, as expected, was within reason.
...
Amelia Clarke snapped back to reality from her poetic reverie, and for some reason, the thought of being content with the status quo began to emerge at the bottom of her heart.
