Flower petals fluttered about as Mia Grant lay in the man's arms. It took her a moment to come to her senses before she lifted her head from his chest.
"H-Hayes, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Hayes Hughes's eyes held a look of resignation.
Luckily, he had been sitting on a low stool, so it wasn't a long fall to the ground.
He looked at the girl lying on top of him, carefully checking her over. He breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming that she was unharmed too.
"Get up now. Be careful not to get scratched by the branches." He released his hold on her, placing his hands lightly on her waist to help her stand.
Mia Grant hesitated, not moving.
He watched her.
She was watching him, too.
A few crimson petals had fallen onto the man's chest.
He had worn a white shirt and a trench coat when he left the house.
Now, those bewitching splashes of red on him made Mia Grant's eyes grow hot.
Her hands were still resting on his midsection—a dangerous position.
