Mira’s POV
Ethan’s fingers were already on the handle when I yanked my bra back into place. Luke hit the central lock a split-second before the door could open. I frantically smoothed my gown down, fingers sticking to the warm, shameful mess soaking the silk frills.
I shot Luke a glare that could have melted steel. My eyes dropped pointedly to the dark wet patch on his trousers.
He met my stare without blinking, one brow arched—yes, darling, that’s yours too.
I made a disgusted sound in my throat and ripped the ruined hem clean off the gown, using the torn scrap to wipe away the worst of the evidence. The fabric came away heavy and glistening. I balled it up and shoved it into my clutch like a dirty secret.
Knock knock.
My heart slammed against my ribs. I gave Luke a curt nod. He unl
