Lessia realized she’d been staring when one of Merrick’s brows quirked up. “She… she must have also been very beautiful if she chose to wear this dress voluntarily. I could never,” she joked, pulling at the hem of the short dress and desperately trying not to blush at having gawked at him. It was quiet for a beat, and goose bumps raced across her skin when she realized Merrick’s fingers still whispered over her back, his eyes trailing down her body, then back up and clashing with her own. “I-I think you’re done,” she whispered as warmth bloomed across her chest from the nervous energy sparking
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