Bella sighed and stepped back, gently tugging on Paul's hand. She led him up the porch steps and into the living room of her home. Bella dropped his hand and slid off her light sweatshirt, revealing the thinning, cotton band shirt she'd worn underneath. She heard Paul's breath catch in his throat and quickly remembered she hadn't bothered with a bra this morning. Bella blushed lightly, but was flattered that the hint of her nipples through the material of her shirt aroused him. Smiling, she tilted her head towards the couch and prepared herself to hear what was bothering him.
