Chapter 27

• “Sorry,” I muttered as I sat up, moving away from her.
• “Don’t be sorry,” she said.
• Without a word, she removed her shirt and used it to wipe the paint from her hands. My focus slipped even more as I realized she hadn’t been wearing a bra under her top. Her perfectly formed breasts bounced slightly as she moved, and my attention was drawn to her erect nipples. I swallowed hard as she finished wiping her hands and crawled toward me on the carpet.