Alright, Olive…move along. I couldn’t afford to be distracted by forearms if they were attached to Miles Taylor. Millie would die if she found out I’d even had the thought. “Should I just take the shirt off?” Miles suddenly whispered. My breath hitched, alarmed that he was not dozing off like I had originally thought. “Excuse me?” “You looked like you were undressing me with your eyes. I could make it easier for you.”
