"Let me," his deep voice reverberated through her soul.
She stood still unable to mutter a word or oppose his offer to help.
Silence enveloped the room leaving a heavy tension brewing between them. She could feel his fingers travelling down her bare shoulder, coming in contact with skin along her spine, jolts of sparks happening after contact.
"Your hair got tangled in the zipper, "he said calmly. Abigail nodded at his words.
"Stay still so I will get it out."
Elliot gently untangled the strands of hair locked into the zipper, strand by strand he peeled them completely off.
Using his index finger, he gently moved her hair to rest on her shoulders, revealing the slender column of her neck. Her pale back was exposed.
He felt he should look away. Away from the little freckles dusted on
