I hung my head, clutching my body tightly. Because of my current state, I could not let go, as I was feeling a little embarrassed.
I noticed that while he was sewing the buttons, his eyes kept glancing at my body, and he appeared stunned.
What... What was I going to do about this?
"Is it ready? I will put it on quickly..." I said in a small voice, wishing he would avert his roving gaze.
Paul had fixed my blouse, but stopped just before handing it back. I reached for it but he pulled away, leaving me grasping at the air instead.
"Ciara, could you grant me one request?" He suddenly spoke, his voice trembling.
"What?" I asked impatiently.
"Could you..." he gulped. "Could you let me touch your..."
I was flabbergasted, literally unable to believe my ears, but I was sure that was what he
