Kai is gripping the bottom seam of my dress, his eyes flicking up to mine. “May I?” His voice is soft, tone amused. I swallow, roll my eyes once again, and nod against my better judgment. And then he’s ripping my dress. He tears the fabric easily, creating a slit up the side of my thigh, freeing me from the tight confines of the fabric. His rough fingers briefly brush my skin as he says, “I am more than willing to rip your dresses for you, Gray. To help, of course.” Kitt snorts while Kai smirks. “You only need to ask.”
