"Wear this," Rowan said gruffly as the soft fabric of his t-shirt fell on my face.
Instantly, I was encased in his scent. I moved it out of my face and looked up at Rowan, surprised, only to see his cheeks slightly red. He seemed to be trying his best not to look in my direction. Whenever he did, he kept his eyes purely above my waistline.
When I remained unmoving for a bit too long, Rowan glared at me. However, I couldn't help but notice the lack of heat behind his eyes. This time, he didn't look at me with the frosty indifference, nor was it the fiery hatred Cassian often gave me.
"Well?" he prodded. "Are you planning to just stand there?"
I held the shirt in my hands, staring at it. Even before putting it on, I could already smell Rowan's scent on it. If I did actually wear it, his scent would merely flood my senses. Before long, I would no doubt lose control once more to the control of the mark.
"No thanks," I said, frowning. "I think what I am wearing is perfectly fine."
