POV: Han Galloway
Millie surprises me. In a good way, and in a way that makes me feel like an i***t, if I'm being honest. She walks into the kitchen wearing shorts and a camisole, and I'm already turned on before I've done more than look at her. It's not about what she's wearing. I've seen women in less and felt nothing. It's her. Just her, standing there sleepy and barefoot in my kitchen, and I'm already thinking things that'll get me in trouble. Those thoughts don't belong here right now. Not when she's still figuring herself out. Not when I'm supposed to be the one keeping it together.
She's not the type who melts under a guy's attention. She's got serious willpower, and I'm glad one of us does, because mine is getting destroyed. She knows I'm watching. She's pretending not to notice,
