Eric’s POV
As I zipped up Cheryl’s dress, my gaze inadvertently caught a glimpse of her round, perky curves and the playful strawberry-patterned underwear peeking through the gap.
It was an innocent, almost naive kind of allure.
Her bare back gleamed like silk under the light, and when my fingers brushed against her skin as I pulled the zipper up, it was just as soft as I had imagined.
An unfamiliar thrill coursed through me, a dangerous mix of desire and unease. It clawed at my composure, demanding control over my emotions—something I wouldn’t allow.
I teased her about the childish strawberry pattern, watching as her face instantly flushed red. She opened her mouth as if to argue, but in the end, all she did was glare at me, trying to convey her displeasure through her eyes alone.
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