"N-No, thanks," Mira stammered as she hurriedly entered the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. Her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed a vivid shade of pink. She leaned back against the cool surface of the door, trying to steady her breath. Zamian's words played over in her mind, rattling her. 'How did he expect me to deal with this?' The thoughts swirled, spinning wildly out of control.
Zamian wasn't just any man. He carried an air of mystery and authority, leaving her feeling curious. His gaze, his presence—it was all too much. How could she possibly navigate her feelings when even her thoughts seemed to betray her? 'I can't think about this right now.'
