[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
The water ran down the faucet steadily, cold at first, then warmer and warmer, until it reached the knees of the girl kneeling inside it. Her hands gripped the rim of the tub, her lips still captured by the man leaning down before her.
"Let me… help you with your dress," Antony said. His voice was hesitant, though the hands braced against the hem of Kaija's dress weren't shaking anymore.
"I could do it. I'm sure you're not exactly familiar with how these things work, and they're slightly complicated."
"Then that's exactly why I want to do it. If I'm doing anything wrong, teach me how to do it right until I get it right."
In one smooth tug, the small black dress lifted and slipped off Kaija's body. For a long moment, Antony faltered at the sight of her exposed skin.
