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What would it be like to run her hands all across her chest and trail her fingers down his abs? Tracing the inches of his skin all along the way to his...

He turned to her sharply and her cheeks turned really bright red. Feeling as though he had heard her thoughts.

"What is it?" He asked her, placing his hands on his waist.

"Nothing." She squeaked, fighting the urge to stare at his chest. She turns away from him with a reddened face, reaching for the back of her gown with her fingers.

She tugged at the zip, failing to feel it move down.

She snarled a little, moving her hair to this side of her shoulder with her hand to make it easier.

She tugged again, yet the zip not budge.

She made a sound if frustration in her throat as she tugged again, pushing her head further to the side. Yet the damn zipper did not move down.

Luca licked his lower lip, hands still on his waist. "Uhmm... Do you need any help?" He asked cautiously, watching her struggle with the zipper.

She heaved a sigh,