I crossed my arms and he paused for a beat, his mouth still open. Wait, did he just look at my boobs? Keeping my arms crossed, I lifted them slightly so they pushed my breasts up. “What does it say?” I asked. “What does what say?” Oh my god, was it working? Was he distracted by my boobs? Maybe he was thinking about the way they’d feel in his hand, my nipples hardening at his touch.
