The voice didn't belong to the stylist. It was deep, resonant, and carried a weight that made my heart stop. I froze, clutching the front of the velvet dress to my chest, my back still bare. I looked in the small vanity mirror. Jake was standing at the edge of the velvet screen. He had stepped away from the crew, away from my mother, and into my private sanctuary. I should say no. I should refuse him. I could struggle my way through it, or call for the professional dresser who was likely only feet away, but I didn't. I didn't say a single word as he swallowed the personal space between us, his presence expanding until the makeshift dressing room felt like a vacuum. His hands came to my body immediately, and I stiffened, the fine hairs on my arms standing up as I felt his warm, steady breath fan across the nape of my neck. His hands, large, calloused, and surprisingly gentle brushed against my bare skin as h
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