Chapter 70: He Took Advantage of Me

You were never supposed to jolt a sleepwalker awake; at best you scared them stiff, at worst, to death. So Miller Cutmore lay on the couch and barely dared to breathe. Eyes wide, he watched the girl whirl around the living room like she was possessed. He really should have recorded this. Play it for her tomorrow and she would probably die of embarrassment for half a year. But if he made the wrong move and startled her, he would be in trouble. He did nothing and simply took it in. For all her...