The casual intimacy of being naked together in Harper’s personal space felt natural and comfortable in a way Oliver had not experienced with anyone else. “Perfect choice,” he approved as she pulled out a light blue silk night gown. “Action moves are definitely my speed. It gives me an excuse to put my arm around you without seeming creepy.” His gaze lingered on her movements as she holds the gown in front of her, the silk fabric draping and catching the light with a subtle sheen. As she lifts it, the material ripples gently, responding to even the smallest motion. She raises her arms and slips them through the straps, guiding the gown upward. The silk glides over her skin with almost no resistance, creating a smooth, continues motion rather than anything abrupt. As the garment settles over
