Mia's pulse raced so loudly she could barely hear her own thoughts. 'What is wrong with me? It's like I'm losing my mind…'
When Yohan stepped closer, she instinctively leaned back until the cool wood of the door pressed against her spine. The solid weight behind her made her realize how trapped she was — his presence filling the space, his eyes drinking her in without shame.
"If you hated this," he murmured, his voice low and calm, "you would've hidden yourself. But you didn't. You opened the door like this… naked." His gaze traveled over her, deliberate and slow. "That tells me you like it."
Her heart lurched. "N-no, I don't…" she whispered, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.
Yohan tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. He leaned just close enough for his breath to brush her cheek. "Then why are you blushing so hard? Why are your legs pressed together?"
