In the room, the central air was still pumping out warm air.
A faint blush colored Mia Grant's cheeks all the way down to her collarbones, and a thin layer of sweat beaded on her palms.
The source of heat behind her pressed tightly against her back, an airtight weight descending upon her, enveloping her until the very oxygen seemed to thin.
With every breath, a wave of heat rolled over her.
She heard Silas Grant's voice and realized what he was saying. Her already burning ears turned so red it looked as if they might start bleeding.
She turned her head, trying to pull away, but his fingertips caught her chin. It wasn't just her chin; her entire body was immobilized.
He held her from behind just like that, his large frame a shackle caging a small, fragile fledgling.
Mia Grant's eyes darted around nervously.
But his words tempted her, and she subconsciously snuck a peek at the photos on the wall out of the corner of her eye.
