My hands trembled as I reached for Donna’s clothes.
Her bra clasp was located in the front. The moment I undid it, my fingers grazed her breasts. I trembled as the bra came undone, falling off her chest and onto her bed. Slowly, I tugged the bra out from under her, trying not to tug too hard. Who knew how expensive bras were? As I did so, I was transfixed by the sight of her bosom. Since she was lying on her back, her breasts looked a little flatter as they lay there, sloping a little to the side.
Don’t touch her, I told myself. You’ll be no better than Steven, that rapist wannabe. Just then, a pair of hands appeared in my view. Lola wrapped her arms around my waist, settling her palms on my lower belly.
Lola asked softly, “Logan, do you like Donna?”
I was stunned. “Nonsense! She is my
