Miles chill look for a couple of seconds before stepping forward to the side of the bed.
To the side, Aaliyah uncapped a bottle of aromatic oil, preparing it for use. Meanwhile, Miles closed the distance between himself and Rachael until only a couple of inches separated them. Smirking because she was deliberately avoiding his gaze, he reached out his hand and held up her chin.
"Don't be shy. I'll treat you like one of my own, and if you can't bear it any longer, say the secret magic word and I'll erase your sleepless night."
Rachael didn't respond, holding her breath as she sassily glanced away, appearing not to care.
Miles let go of her chin.
'Hehehe.'
Laughing inwardly, he stayed quiet and observed her face in great detail until she couldn't bear it any longer.
"What are you looking at?" she sneered with a sassy roll of her eyes. However, Miles seemed to have waited for this moment to strike back.
