"I'm sorry about your dress," he said, after a moment. "It was really beautiful."
I sighed and shrugged. "Dresses can be replaced."
His long fingers ran down the neckline of my dress until they reached the bottom, then ran back up the other side. I barely felt the tips of his fingers gliding against my skin. "Why don't you take it off?"
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