There is a small knock on the door before it cracks open.

"Miranda?”

She narrows her eyes at the door before saying, "if you don’t want to have sex with me don’t come in.”

She warns the only person who could be knocking on the door.

Despite her warning, Liam opens the door and stands there in all his glory. Same suit, same everything, face and frown and all.

Miranda stands there in her thankfully matching green bra and panties.

She is standing with the towel in her hands, and she keeps standing there as his hungry eyes takes in every inch of her half-naked body.

Miranda have hips, but she likes them. She likes that there is more curve to her, a curve that love the touch of Liam's hands.

Her boobs are much bigger from when she is a few years younger, but Liam doesn’t seem to mind.

Miranda have never been happier to have almost C cups now as she been when she caught his eyes on them a time or two.

In any case, they stand just like that, him in the doorway with eyes glued to her

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