Chapter 28

Layla.

It took us a while to catch our breaths and even when we did, I found out that my legs couldn't support my weight anymore and I almost crashed to the ground, if not for Dante's quick reflexes that caught me just in time. He held on to me while you waited for blood to flow down my legs, my breathing still ragged.

"Aww... The paints is already washing off. This is pretty bad." He murmured as he looked at me, a worried expression on his face.

"What?" I mumbled, looking up at him with dazed eyes. I didn't understand a word he just said.

"Your paint, it's getting washed off." He repeated and I finally looked down at my body. Truthfully, it was getting washed off. My bikini part had already cleaned off completely and the color on my nipples were much brighter than the ones on my breasts. This brought the senses back to my head and I gasped.

"Oh! What are we going to do! I can't go out like this!" I whisper yelled, slightly panicking.

"Don't worry, I'm going to figure something out.