Miranda POV
I was nervous, scared, worried, but also at ease in the comfort of Brent's embrace. He held me close to his body, his lips were soft against my own. My arms moved around his waist, holding him to me. My dress was only being held up now by our bodies being pressed into one another. His mouth worked against mine slowly. His hands moved slowly down my side, moving to step us backwards.
My calves were pressed back against the side of the bed. Brent moved back from me as my dress pooled on the ground around my feet. His eyes traveled down my body as I felt all the blood rush to my face, feeling hot. I looked down at the ground at the dress and my bare feet. His hand went under my chin, lifting it to look at him.
"You never have to feel embarrassed in front of me. I love everythi
