Dum! Dum! Dum!
Carried in a bridal style, Hannah bit her lips, feeling Miles' possessive arms locked around her body. Her flushed face heated even more and her heartbeat increased every single second her thoughts spun around the reality that she was being carried by her stepson like a bride.
She wasn't delusional to think she didn't have much of a weight, after all she was a thick, curvaceous MILF in every aspect.
Being held so effortlessly in a calm, steady nonchalant pace blew her emotions into a frantic chaos.
Complex thoughts rose, questioning her how she felt and her current state of being so close with her stepson.
'Miles… how come his abs and chest feel so strong.' One of her arms had intuitively hung around his neck, the other firmly pressed against his chest.
'Stop! What are you thinking about Hannah? He's your stepson, no, your son in fact. Don't be so sick.' Hannah's sanity rebuked her thoughts.
But, she was just a woman after all.
