32. Ready
Sabrina’s POV:
I stood there, unable to move my feet. Travis was busy combing his hair with his fingers to notice my presence.
He moved closer to the mirror while whistling. He looked like a careless teenager who had no worries in this world.
By his looks, nobody can tell that he is the father of a child and how well he has maintained his body.
I am sure he does his workouts well, and those ripped abs prove that he looks like freshly baked buns.
I gulped yet again. The temperature in my body seemed to rise. I was suddenly feeling hot, as if I could sweat a bucket. Cool air coming from the window behind me was of no use.
I didn’t want to seem like a per*Vert. I tried diverting my gaze, but no part of my body cooperated with me.
“M… Mr.…. Mr. King” my throat went dry, and
