
PREACHER’S DAUGHTER AVERTS her eyes when he lifts his shirt - half out of embarrassment & half making sure no one else is NOTICING. ‘ stop that ! ’ she hisses, gesturing for him to pull the garment back down. ‘ you can’t just - ’ she breaks off in a sigh, slender fingers reaching to pinch the bridge of delicate nose. ‘ just put it AWAY, please. ’
luca catches the way the girl looks away from his lifted shirt and it brings a coy smile to his lips. he lifts the shirt...