Flames fanned out under his skin where their hands brushed. Somehow in the course of the last hour he'd grown into a teenager once again. Gone was the suave man who always felt assured around women and in his stead was a nearly trembling, awe-struck boy. Still, Dory had to maintain a sense of composure. After all, Maple was the vulnerable one here, Dory couldn't leave her in her sopping wet clothes to fend for herself.

He released the first few hooks with relative ease and did his best to focus on the remaining ones as opposed to how her breasts moved with each breath. However, the sixth one proved to be a challenge, causing him to bite the inside of his lip as his hands brushed heavier against her. "Sorry," he murmured, as if afraid speaking at full volume might somehow upset the delicate balance they'd established.

Again, Dory squeezed the sixth clasp together and breathed a slight sigh of relief when it finally came undone. "I didn't hurt you at all, did I?"

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