Mira gasped as she slowly backed away, like a thief caught in the act. The words refused to come out, or perhaps she simply had nothing to say.
Zamian opened his eyes and turned to her, a smirk tugging at his lips. Mira bit her upper lip, searching for an excuse, but he just stared at her. At the very least, he should say something. Just as she was about to speak again, he broke the silence.
"Who knew you could do this, huh?" he asked, turning to the side and resting his face on the pillow, his hair falling toward his forehead. She couldn't help but think he always looked handsome, no matter what he did. It was infuriating.
"No!" Mira blurted out. "This is the first time I—"
"Really?" Zamian asked, his eyes lazily studying her, a playful glint evident in their depths.
"Yes... and please stop looking at me like that." Her cheeks tinged pink as she tried to avert her gaze.
"Like what?" he replied, feigning innocence as he sat up.
