You’re a little . . . visible . . . through your shirt, he’d stammered in my ear. He wasn’t unkind about it, but it was still embarrassing. I resisted the urge to fold my arms over my chest and instead tried to be casual about it and act like it wasn’t a big deal. I’d felt my nipples even through my bras from time to time. It couldn’t always be helped. It was nice how he’d offered me the sweatshirt, though. Sweet, really.
That's my man:)
