Her stomach flipped at his words even though she wasn't quite sure why. Arthur leaned back slightly and glanced at her ruined dress.
"Let's get you cleaned up." He turned around, grabbing a clean towel from the counter before wetting it under the tap and returning to her. He gestured for her to stand still.
She tried to take the towel from him, but he quickly pulled it back, raising a brow.
"No," he said. "I'll do it."
"I can clean myself, Arthur. I'm not a baby."
He shook his head. "You'll only make it worse. Stay still."
She tried to resist again, but he grabbed her and in one deft motion, he spun her around and pressed her against the wall, then leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Don't make this hard. Whether you like it or not, I'm doing this."
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