"What are you doing?" A scoff instead of a response. I felt his hand snake behind me, resting on the clasp of my dress. I wanted to push him away as much as I wanted him to strip me of my clothing. "That look again," he whispered against my ear. "I wonder what it means..." It was my turn to scoff. "If you keep doing this, you won't find out." His eyes bore into mine. "Darling, I already know."
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