Vera Wave steeled herself as she walked over, raising her hand to unbutton Kris Cooper's shirt.
One button.
Then another.
...
What should have been a simple act of unbuttoning became somewhat suggestive because she was the one doing it for him.
With each button undone, the shirt parted, revealing his handsome, solid chest. Vera didn't dare look for long, but her face was already beginning to flush.
Standing still, Kris Cooper watched leisurely as her face turned from pale white to red, a smile gradually spreading across his lips.
At last, all the buttons were undone. Vera let out a sigh of relief, grabbing his left sleeve and carefully avoiding his injured fingers.
His breath warmed her cheek as he drew nearer. Her heart pounded; she anxiously looked up, meeting his eyes.
It was as if he had ensnared her soul; she froze on the spot.
