Chapter 9

Miranda’s P.O.V

A look of amusement spread across is glorious face as he leaned against the doorframe with an outstretched arm. “Eavesdropping, were you? Didn’t expect that from you,” he tsked and then shook his head in fake disappointment.

I dipped my head in dismay. I’ll admit that what I did was really shameful, and now I looked like a toddler who had been scolded for drawing on the wall or something like that. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” I mumbled and then bit my lip. All the while, I was still on the floor, my butt stationed on it.

He laughed briefly before he offered his hand to me which I took, only to end up landing on his chest. My hands flew up to his pecs to steady myself so that I didn’t land smack dab on him, his smooth and glistening skin making contact with my palms. My eyes began to trail all over and downwards on their own accord, not hesitating to admire the well-defined contours of his abs, deep v-line and happy trail. When my eyes then met his blazing ones, I