Greystone’s Point of View
Things weren’t getting easier around Mia. On top of that, she was wearing a thigh-high skirt, showing her smooth legs. That yellow top was stopping just above her waist, giving a delightful view of her thin waistline. I did the wrong thing by asking her out. I shouldn’t have done that. It wasn’t the brightest idea for sure. She looked smoking hot! Why on earth did she dress like that?
I kept taking deep breaths to calm myself. My eyes refused to leave her. Only if she weren’t related to Xavier, I would have devoured every inch of her body. D*mn it.
The evening went well until the rain started. That wasn’t a good thing. I knew those soft drops would be gone any moment now, and so I kept pursuing Mia to leave. As stubborn as her, she stayed until we were drenched
