"Hey. Asshole." Emilie leaned over him, scowling. "Get dressed. My Dad's home and if he finds you naked he will gut you.

She wrapped the duvet around herself and slunk off the bed, leaving Ciaran with nothing. Emilie threw open the curtains, temporarily blinding herself, and possibly Ciaran.

From her window you could see the entire park, and the New York skyline in the background. But she wasn't really thinking about that-- she was thinking about finding clothes as quickly as possible-- and the latex dress from last night was out.