“You’re awake,” Miranda spoke in a low and detached voice, making Leonardo aware that she regretted their encounter as much as he did. He looked the young lady up and down, taking in the hickeys and other marks he left all over her body.Watching her stand at the entrance of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her body, he wondered why she seemed so nonchalant about what happened between them when he felt she was as regretful as he was. Droplets of water trailed from her hair onto her body as her chest rose up and down. When he took in the sight of water droplets settling on her collarbone, before getting lost in the towel around her chest, he gulped uneasily, sensing that his little member was getting giddy at the mere sight of Miranda in a towel.Leonardo’s mind suddenly had a fleeting thought. “Vilma never had such an effect on me.” However, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he chastised himself for comparing Miranda to the gold digger. He didn’t notice that he