Freya's POV
Words escaped me completely as I sat there, drowning in mortification and wishing I could simply vanish from his sight.
Mack Ben observed my overwhelming humiliation with those perceptive eyes of his, recognizing how desperately I wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere. With remarkable grace, he offered reassurance. "Letting loose with friends occasionally serves as an excellent stress reliever. It's actually quite healthy. And don't worry about that night - aside from myself, nobody witnessed your uninhibited moment. Your reputation remains intact with me."
His final words carried a playful undertone, and something in his gaze suggested a hint of deliberate charm.
My face remained frozen in his direction, expression rigid with discomfort.
Seconds ticked by, and my embarrassment intensified, heat spreading across my cheeks like wildfire.
My pulse quickened unexpectedly, thoughts beginning to drift in dangerous directions.
