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19| Getaway

Do I? 

I shut the bathroom door behind me, dwelling over that thought while I turned the shower on and stripped out my clothes. I waited until I could see and feel the steam emitting from the shower before climbing in. I sighed under the hot water and went through my shower, focusing on that one thought. I couldn't get it out of my head. I was trying to figure out why I was so drawn to Ronan. 

It's like he has a magnet on his back that solely attracts me. And I have no idea if he feels anything remotely close to me. It's not very likely, he's a smart guy, he knows his job and he knows what's allowed and appropriate and what's not. He wouldn't make that mistake. I, on the other hand, wouldn't mind. 

Ronan is quite something. He hasn't been working as my guard for that long, but having him around made such a huge change in how safe I felt. The situation is getting worse but I still feel safe as long as I'm with him. 

He is one to look at, there's no denying it. He looks pretty like the devil. That's the perfect way to describe him. He's handsome, he's beautiful, but he's dangerous. He has his darkness and it shows. In the way he moves, the way he talks, the way he remains closed off. It shows crystal clear but it only pulls me in more. 

I turned the water off, a small shiver running down my back at the loss of warmth before I wrapped a towel around myself. I grabbed a second towel and wrapped up my hair. I put on lotion, some face creams, and then let my hair down before opening the door and walking out to get dressed. I froze in the doorway, my hand flying to the towel as I clutched onto it. "Wh-what are you doing?" I stuttered, staring at Ronan while leaning against the doorframe. 

He kept his gaze on the window, looking down into the backyard while he stood there, trailing a single finger along the windowsill. "I thought we should make a plan before proposing the idea of a getaway to your parents," he said calmly, not even glancing at me. 

"Okay," I said slowly. "Must you do that when I come out of the shower?" 

"I didn't know," he mumbled, still not looking my way. 

"Just wait a little longer, let me get dressed." I walked to the bed and grabbed the dress I had taken out. 

"We don't have time." 

"Why not?" I glanced at him. 

"Your parents are leaving soon for a luncheon with some friends." 

I glanced at the black screen, the bathroom, then back at him. No... I shouldn't. 

"You can change behind the screen. We'll talk and I won't even be able to see you," he suggested, stealing the words from my head. 

"Um... are you... are you sure?" 

He turned to me, his eyes clicking into place with mine. He nodded once. "I'm sure." His eyes trailed down slowly before coming back up. He stopped halfway through and closed his eyes for a minute, clearing his throat and looking back at the window. 

I grabbed the dress and went behind the screen, draping it over the top. "Go ahead," I said. 

"Your parents will only ask three questions. Where we're going, how long we're going for, and why we're going."