I let out a low breath, sinking onto the bed. Her response is like a balm I didn’t ask for but need anyway.
Thanks for the kind words, Ms. Jones. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were complimenting me.
Mya:
Complimenting your parenting, not you. Don’t get it twisted, Mr. Miller.
A smirk tugs at my mouth despite myself.
I like it when you call me that…
Mya:
I know…
That makes me pause.
How?
Mya:
Your face does this thing where it looks like you’re holding yourself back, and your breathing stutters.
Christ. She’s been watching me that closely?
Seems like you’ve been observing me quite a lot.
Mya:
Maybe. It does help that I have to see your annoying face every day.
You’re free to quit, Ms. Jones.
Mya:
And leave Griffin and Ethan? I could never
That smirking wink makes jealousy coil in my chest.
Mya.
Mya:
Worth.
Where are you?
There’s a pause this time. Long enough that I feel my pulse spike.
Mya:
In Ethan’s room.
The world tilts.
What the fuck, Mya?
What are you doing there?