I FELT YOUR NIPPLES

My boobs flattened against his firm chest, and my nipples hardened.

"What are you doing up this late?" He whispered and gently removed his hands.

"It's none of your business," I whispered back.

My heart was beating fast, and he could hear it. "You're my responsibility for the next three days. I deserve to know." He crossed his hands, looking down at my body.

"Well, I just… I couldn't sleep after taking a shower, so I decided to come have a glass of milk." I shrugged.

"You… you took a shower?" He asked, rubbing his chin. "That explains a lot." He said with a lustful grin on his face.

My heart was still beating. Shocked and perplexed, I stuttered. "Explains what?" I raised a questioning brow.

He shrugged. "It's obvious you aren't wearing a bra."

Blood came rushing to my cheeks. "What makes you think I'm not wearing a bra?" I held my breath, not ready to hear whatever his response would be.

"I felt your nipples. And the way your boobs pressed against my chest, damn!"

I gulped.

I too