Sofia Hamilton's face turned red, even her ears flushed.
He had the nerve to slide his hand directly under her clothes with such self-righteousness, blatantly flirting while maintaining an expression of an upright gentleman.
Sofia was angry and embarrassed, "Then you could have done it over my clothes, you were clearly taking advantage of me."
Ryan Gregory watched her flustered state, his lips curling up, "How could it feel the same with clothes in the way?"
She sat a bit further away from him, morosely chewing on her food.
Once her mood settled, she was filled with curiosity.
She thought at least he would tell her whether it felt good or not.
But there he sat, silent, eating leisurely as if nothing had happened.
This man, after touching, wouldn't even speak of the result.
Sofia felt too embarrassed to ask, sneaking glances at him, noticing he had no intention of mentioning it.
Could it be that it didn't feel good?
Was he afraid of hurting her pride by saying so?