16. Dreaded meeting

Brielle Clarke

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My breath was caught in my throat as he approached me.

I felt very vulnerable baring my entire back to him as there were scars scattered around it but there was nothing I could do about it. These scars were here to stay.

Thankfully, he did not mention it.

I felt him stand behind me, a little too close for my liking, but I kept my mouth shut as his hand traced down my back. I sucked in a sharp breath at the contact and I tried to keep my breathing steady as his finger continued its path until it found my zip.

Slowly but surely, he zipped up the dress but I didn’t dare move. Any small movement would have my back connecting with his front. I was not prepared for that.

He moved back a little and I was about to breathe in relief when his hand found my waist and he spun me around. A gasp escaped my lips when I came face to face with him.

I had seen him this up close before but I never bothered to appreciate how handsome he was. He had dark hair that fell in waves and par