[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
The water ran down the faucet steadily, cold at first, then warmer and warmer, until it reached the knees of the girl kneeling inside it, her hands gripping the rim of the tub, her lips still captured by the man leaning down before her.
"Let me… help you with your dress," Antony said, his voice hesitant, though the hands braced against the hem of her dress weren't shaking anymore.
"I could do it," she said. "I'm sure you're not exactly familiar with how these things work, and they're slightly complicated."
"Then that's exactly why I want to do it," he replied softly, sliding his fingers up and under the hem. "If I'm doing anything wrong, teach me how to do it right until I get it right."
In one smooth tug, the small black dress lifted and slipped off her body.
