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A tense silence filled the room as Helen struggled to maintain her calm.
Miles didn't say anything. He walked towards the lamp stand and casually selected the new bottled ointments, carefully placing them on it.
In order to make the process more authentic, he lit purple candles and placed one at every corner of the room.
Seeing this, Helen watched with fascination her nervousness, lessening.
When he was done, Miles walked back to her.
"I'm sorry miss. For this to work out we need maximum skin contact, so you'll need to wear as little as possible."
'Did he just call me Miss? Doesn't he know I'm married? I look old enough to be his mother… this… why am I thinking like this?'
In all Miles said, Helen's heart fluttered at being called 'Miss' that she forgot everything else after that.
Turns out she was particularly concerned about her appearance before Miles.
'Uh? Why is he silent?'
Instantly, her eyes widened as she recalled what she had just heard.
