Chapter 33
Valentino's POV
She answered the door when I gently knocked on it. Myrah was dressed in scarlet knee-high stockings and a basic, black, oversized tee that covered half of her milky thighs.
She had her hair up in an unkempt bun. I couldn't stop thinking about her just by gazing at her. She had a crazy-hot, naive look to her. Her complexion was immaculate and bright.
She said, "Hey," with an astonished expression. She started touching her shoulders as if they were aching, which caught my attention.
"Are you alright? Why are your shoulders acting up? With anxiety in my voice, I asked.
"I suppose all the heavy lifting and moving of the furniture must have strained my muscles. Although my shoulders are a little stiff, I'll feel fine in the morning.
Let me massage your shoulders. I assured her that it wouldn't take long and that it would be worthwhile, and she slowly nodded.
