Amelia’s POV
“Oh s**t!” that was the first thing Luke said as soon as he realized what he had done. Before he could think better of what he was about to do, he started to dust of the water from my chest, his hands moving from my upper chest, down to my breasts.
I would guess that that was the case, because it was the only thing that made sense.
“I’m so sorry, Amelia. I didn’t mean to get you all messed all like this.” He kept saying over and over, still dusting off my chest like he could dust the water off and dry it like that.
If I didn’t know any better, I would swear that he was doing this on purpose just to touch me breasts.
Just before he could, I pushed back from him, and glared up at him, and hoping his brain boot again so he knew he was making things worse, touching me.
