Chapter 39

Kimimela stood by the mirror when she saw Miran leaning against the door framing, scanning her like an owl, from her heels, leg, and thighs to her ass and then to her back, a never-ending look. "Are you going just to stand there, watching? You look like you just saw a fucking grim ripper."

"Well, if you're here to steal my soul, I'd volunteer," He replies, pulling his hands from behind the door. He walks closer to her. "I bought you something."

"What's that?" She's smiling, exposing her teeth, "These days, it's freaking me out when you say that. What's next? An island?"

"A little something, but an island isn't bad," He steps behind her, wrapping his hands around her waist and staring at her through the mirror, "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers, kissing her neck.

Kim giggles, unwrapping the present he got her, "You're handsome, baby,