Kapitel 67: A NEW KIND OF FAMILIAR

She was wearing an oversized plaid shirt that barely reached mid-thigh, with obviously nothing underneath. Her blonde hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. I couldn’t tell if it was because I hadn’t seen her in a week or if my mind was playing tricks, but Fiona looked... different. Hot, even. She’d always been attractive, but I’d never seen her that way before.

I swallowed hard, forcing my eyes not to drift down as she stood there, holding the door open with the angriest glare I’d ever seen on her face.

"Fiona…" I began, but she cut me off with a sharp jab to my chest.

I winced, gripping her soft hand. "I deserve that," I admitted.

She yanked her hand away and turned, striding into the room. She leaned against her mirror, arms crossed tightly over her chest.

"I'm sorry, okay?" I said, stepping in carefully, trying to approach her.

"Don’t you fucking get closer to me!" she snapped.