FIA
I said nothing as Cian moved behind me.
The air shifted. I felt his presence at my back like a physical weight. The bathroom suddenly seemed smaller. The walls closer. The space between us thin enough to cut.
His fingers brushed the nape of my neck.
I stiffened.
"Relax," he said quietly.
I tried. My shoulders would not cooperate. They stayed locked up tight like someone had bolted them in place.
The zipper made a soft sound as it came undone. Slow. Deliberate. The teeth separated one by one until the dress gaped open at my back.
His knuckles grazed my spine.
My skin prickled. Every nerve ending lit up like someone had run an electric current through them. I felt hyperaware of everything. The warmth of his hand. The roughness of his calluses. The way his breath stirred the fine hairs at the back of my neck.
"There," he said.
His hand dropped away.
