Ethan's POV (Bonus Book)

Chapter 55

The moment Mia's mum departed the room, Mia let out a long whine of a groan and buried her head between her hands. "I am so dead....," she mumbled weakly.

Turning towards her, I bit back from piping in, 'Hey at least it wasn't you Dad.' Something told me that probably wasn't the smartest thing to say after just instigating something that had essentially gotten her into trouble.

Eyeing her up and down, the corner of my lips twitched up with slight amusement as I noticed that it was in fact her who had incorrectly put her top on inside out. I tried desperately to hold back my smile, knowing I was supposed to be taking this situation seriously.

Mia seemed to notice her mistake at the same time as me and looked down at her top before letting out a deep sigh. "I'm such an idiot, now she knows for sure I took my top off," she groaned.

"Well, I didn't think she seemed too mad...," I tried to pipe in optimistically.

Mia glared at me. "You just couldn't keep your hands to yourself, could you?" She snapped, her eyes narrowing accursedly.

Nope, no I couldn't.

Smiling, I plucked up an amused eyebrow, finding it entertaining that she was pretending she didn't have just as much of a part to play in what happened as I did.

"Well, you didn't exactly seem reluctant when you were grinding yourself up against my dick," I laughed, as I looked her up and down amusedly.

I still couldn't believe she'd done that; it had damn well nearly killed me.

Mia immediately became still at my statement, a furious blush overtaking her cheeks.

She cleared her throat, still blinking rapidly, and sporting that ever-increasing blush on both cheeks. "I didn't grind, I was adjusting myself," she argued.

I plucked my brow up even higher, making Mia shift uncomfortably. It was clear that both of us knew she was sprouting absolute bullshit.

I smiled wider. "Also, if one of us is to blame, it's you. You're the genius who put your top on the wrong way," I teased as I nodded my head down to her top.

Mia's blush deepened. "Well, you didn't notice it either, so it's equally your fault," she retaliated quickly.

"Hey, my expertise lies in helping you undress, not dress you," I joked, my eyes sparkling teasingly.

Mia tried to maintain a still face, but a smile soon cracked through her lips. "You're such an idiot," she mumbled. "But anyway, we should probably go downstairs before my mum comes back," she sighed as she started to climb her way off the bed.

I frowned at the idea, preferring to just lock the door and continue with what we were doing.

To my disappointment, Mia started to make her way to the door but stopped as she caught her reflection in the mirror.

She let out a groan, and then I nearly died from shock when she suddenly reached for the end of her top and lifted it clean over her head. My eyes instantly widened, my eyes once again flying over to her full chest and swallowing. Suddenly, the desire to grab her, and chuck her back on the bed flew sharply back through my mind. And just like that, I was instantly ten times more aroused.

To my frustration, Mia quickly turned her top back the right way around and slid it quickly back on, ruining my view.

She turned back towards me curiously, and I stiffened uncomfortably. I quickly realized I'd perhaps got a little more excited by that than I really should have if the aggressive tent in my pants was anything to go by.