Just from his face alone, one would see that Luca was actually horrified by the situation. His eyes were wide, and his hands were clenched on the blanket that he removed from his face. No, he shouldn't…
However, his heart was pounding rather differently, and his face would start flushing red. Worse was that… under Noah's ass was a tent threatening to form.
The more Noah smiled at him, the more embarrassed—and secretly excited—Luca had become.
However, he still chose to control the situation. Luca then began clearing his throat as he moved the blanket off of him. He took a deep breath and began to speak like he was ignoring the weird scene. "Noah, please don't sit on me."
"What do you want me to do instead?"
Luca's mouth open and didn't get to close. Actually, he had a ready answer; it's just that… he suddenly didn't want to say it. He then closed his mouth and stared at the man on his lap. Wordlessly, he moved to lift his upper torso, using his elbows as support.
