Baby daddy

BENTLEY'S POV

"You're going to have to put this on."

I was still lying on the bed. I tried to sit up but Luca put his hand on my shoulder to stop me, forcing me to lay still.

He helped me put on the shirt and I felt myself get wet as his fingers brushed my breast as he helped me put on the shirt, sending chills racing down my spine and eliciting an involuntary moan from my mouth. My blush deepened at the sound, and I averted my gaze, embarrassed beyond belief.

Once he pulled the shirt closed, he smiled again, his expression tender.

"Better?" he asked, his voice low.

I nodded shyly.

I averted my eyes again, embarrassed and ashamed that he had seen me ogling his body, and attempted to change the subject. "Can you help me get that novel on my desk?" I asked, desperate to distract myself. Anything was better than dwelling on my confusing feelings.

Luca looked puzzled. "Which one?" he queried.

"That one!" I pointed to the shelf above my night table, indicating which book I was referring to