Verity tried desperately not to think too much of it as her layers were slowly removed. He remained a perfect gentleman about the situation, as she only felt his hands brush against her clothes more heavily (or clumsily) a few times. Everett was helping her, that was all. He wasn't planning to pursue anything further, or so he had led her to believe.

She reached for her night dress and held it to her chest once everything but her chemise and underthings had been removed. "I appreciate your help. Thank you, again." She said quietly. There was nowhere to look but up at him, for anywhere else reminded her of how exposed they both were.

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