Stella's POV
I couldn't help but laugh at Adrian's perplexed expression as his hands wandered across my dress, searching for a zipper that continued to elude him. Though I suspected he was simply enjoying the excuse to explore my body, I finally took pity on him and raised my left arm, pointing to the hidden clasp cleverly concealed along the side seam.
His eyes lit up with that familiar mischievous gleam as his lips curved into a triumphant smile. With deliberate slowness, he pulled the clasp downward, his gaze never leaving mine. Once undone, his warm hands found their way to my shoulders, gently easing the straps down my arms. The fabric whispered against my skin as it descended, pooling like a silken cloud around my ankles.
Adrian took a step back, drinking in the sight of me standing before him. "My goddess, you're the most beautiful woman in the world," he breathed.
