"Why do you need a maid?" Damian asked, turning around only to find her in a state of quiet struggle. Eilika had swept her hair over one shoulder, her arms reaching back at an awkward angle as she tried to fasten the small hooks of her dress.
"To help me with the dress," Eilika replied. "The fastenings are a bit difficult to reach."
"You took my help earlier today," Damian said as he stepped toward her. "Come here. I'll hook them for you."
Eilika hesitated for a fraction of a second before walking over and turning her back to him. The room felt suddenly very quiet. Damian's fingers were surprisingly steady. As he worked his way up the line of hooks, his knuckles occasionally brushed against her skin, sending a faint, electric jolt through the air between them. This was the main reason she wanted a maid's help. While Damian wasn't feeling anything, she was.
