I pulled Mira away gently—my hands on her shoulders, easing her back just enough to break the crushing hug she had me in.
She blinked, suddenly aware of herself—arms still half-wrapped around me, breasts pressed firmly to my chest, her face buried in the crook of my neck. The moment the reality hit her, a deep crimson flush exploded across her cheeks, down her throat, even staining the tops of her ears.
She jerked back like she'd been burned, hands flying up to cover her mouth, eyes wide with mortified realization.
"Oh—oh God—" she stammered, glancing sideways at Bill, who was standing a few feet away, looking anywhere but at us. "I—I didn't—I mean—"
I pretended to be just as shy—ducking my head slightly, rubbing the back of my neck, letting a sheepish, boyish blush creep up my face even though I felt nothing but smug satisfaction inside.
