Chapter Thirteen
Theo
Surfing through the channels on the television in the living room, I noticed movement out of the corner of one eye and turned my head to find Miranda standing in the doorway of the bedroom, wearing nothing but a white bath towel. l*****g her red lips, she winked. “You should come and join me in the bedroom.”
I had no idea why she would say a thing like that. Not after all the conversations we’d had all week long about not having s*x until we had made the decision to get married. Which I had not done.
“Miranda, what are you doing? Did you take a bottle of wine with you to your bath or what?”
“I might have.” Her hand moved to the top of the towel, teasingly pricking it with her fingers as if she were about to drop the thing. “Come on. You know you want at least a p
