3 - Look at Me and Answer

3 - Look at Me and Answer

Mia

I swallowed the lump in my throat and stayed by the front door, which he ordered me to do. He came back with a couple of hand towels after rummaging in the washroom closet. I accepted one of them and started patting my hands and tee-shirt, staring in horror at the sight of my nude bra being glaringly visible through the sheer dark top. The only night I decided to wear something sexy and it embarrasses me. Great, thanks world.

“Oh,” I let out a soft chuckle when he started patting my wet hair with a towel. “You don’t have to.”

James glared at me. “You’ll get sick. You can’t miss your first day of school.”

“High School.” I corrected him, crossing my arms.

His eyes lowered to my arms before snapping at my face as heat crept up his neck. “Junior year of high school, Mia. You should take a warm shower before bed and take some cold medicine.” He touched my forehead again while I shamelessly admired the way his shirt stretched over his shoulders and tightened o