Chapter 139: Making Her Worry
Zamian looked over at Mira and spoke with a playful yet magnetic tone, "Of course, you are." His words were simple, but Mira’s expression shifted slightly, as if something had clicked in her mind. As if remembering something, she glanced at him, her eyes narrowing as she spoke with a hint of teasing in her voice. "I’ve been informed that little Zami will be staying at Lily’s place tonight."
Zamian nodded in acknowledgment, He wasn’t surprised; he had already spoken with James earlier, who’d mentioned that Mira had been informed and had given her approval. For Zamian, it didn’t matter how or why things happened; as long as Mira was happy, so was he. And in that moment, it was clear she was satisfied with the arrangement. A soft nod was all it took to affirm it.
His hand settled on her waist, a grounding touch as he pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his. Mira’s arms instinctively wrapped around him, and in that moment, she felt lighter than she had in weeks. She looked up at him, her eyes soft, her lips curling into a playful smile as her legs crossed behind his, pulling him closer. Her fingers traced the muscles along his torso, her touch sending sparks of warmth through his body. Zamian’s grip tightened, pulling her into him, as a teasing smile spread across his lips. "You’re tempting me so much, Mira," he murmured low, his voice dripping with desire. "But I wouldn’t be happy if this husband of yours doesn’t clean up. Right now, I’m feeling rather... unclean."
His words were a gentle reprimand, but the underlying need in his tone was unmistakable. There was no denying that despite his longing, the mess from the fight and the chaos they’d just endured couldn’t be ignored. He couldn’t touch her the way he wanted to—filthy as he was.
Mira’s expression shifted, a small pout forming on her lips as her body reluctantly pulled away from him. Her eyes were filled with an almost childlike disappointment, the kind that could melt any resistance. Zamian chuckled softly at the sight, his fingers lightly pinching her cheek in a rare moment of tenderness. Her disappointed frown deepened for a split second before a soft laugh escaped her lips. It was the kind of laugh that made Zamian’s heart race with affection.
With that, he stood and made his way to the bathroom, each step deliberate, as if to tell her without words that he’d return soon. Mira, left standing in the room, stood still for a moment, her gaze lingering on the spot where he’d stood just seconds before. Her mind wandered to the simple pleasure of being close to him, of feeling his warmth and presence, and yet, she couldn’t ignore the weight of the exhaustion creeping over her. The time she’d spent rushing between tasks, keeping up with everything from work to personal matters, had stolen away the moments she used to savor.
She crossed the room, making her way to the bed as she absentmindedly scrolled through social media, her fingers flicking over the screen. As much as she wanted to be immersed in this time of peace, a part of her knew that it had been too long since she had truly allowed herself to unwind. The days had blurred together, filled with tasks and responsibilities. She glanced at the time on her phone, sighing softly. Maybe it was the years of juggling too many things that had made her forget how to truly relax. Yet, somehow, being with Zamian brought that feeling back—the simple joy of existing without worry. She was thankful for that.
A slight weight pressed down on her, and she set her phone aside. The room had grown quiet, too quiet for her usual restless thoughts. She felt a pull toward the bed, the softness of the sheets inviting her. But before she could lie down, the bathroom door creaked open, and Zamian emerged, the sight of him in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist sending a jolt of heat through her body.
Mira’s eyes followed the line of his body, her gaze lingering on his chest before dipping lower, tracing the visible lines of muscle. The sight of him never failed to take her breath away. He was perfection personified. His tall, broad frame, the way his body moved with an easy grace that only added to his attractiveness—it was enough to make her heart skip a beat.