CHAPTER 4
Mia’s heart hammered, dread and embarrassment filtering in when Brax didn’t respond. For a few delicious moments, he’d made the horror go away, and she’d thought maybe something good would come out of this awful day. But he stayed frozen.
She was a teary mess. Of course, he didn’t want her. Shame flushed her skin as she pulled back, abruptly realizing she was n***d beneath the sheet. “I’m sorry. I thought—”
“Mia.” His voice was unbearably gentle.
She couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t bear to see pity or apology in his eyes.
But one of his long-fingered hands skimmed up her back, under the fall of her hair, to gently curve around her nape. The touch grounded her, even as she shut her eyes to close in the mortification. His lips brushed her brow, her temple. Chaste, affectionate
