Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 48

Kevan swallowed again, his dark eyes teeming with intense emotion.

“Can you see the hair that’s stuck?” Larissa’s question broke him out of his thoughts. Blinking, Kevan shoved his fanciful thoughts out of his mind and turned his gaze slowly to the zipper. The dark strands that were caught in the zipper were rather

obvious.

“It might hurt. Try to bear with it, alright?”

Kevan’s throat was dry, and his voice was hoarser than usual. He pinched the top of the zipper together to make sure that the teeth were aligned while his other hand slowly pulled the zip down. His movements were very gentle, and he was so focused on the task that it was as if he were handling a precious thing.

Larissa accidentally glimpsed his face in the mirror, and her shock caused her to freeze on the spot. The Kevan now and…and the one she knew were quite different. Her heart began pounding so hard she felt like it might burst from her chest. All she could hear was her heartbeat drumming in her ears, and she quickly looked down to avoid looking at him through the mirror.

Kevan successfully brought the zipper back down to the bottom, and in the process, he carefully tugged her hair out.

“Did it hurt?” he asked, and Larissa shook her head. “No.” But the moment she moved

her head, her scalp was pulled on, and she hissed in pain.

Kevan chuckled, and said in a low voice, “Idiot.”

Larissa had no energy to retort. Now that the zipper was fully open, her back was almost completely exposed to Kevan. He still remembered how her skin felt–smooth like silk, and delightfully addictive.

Hearing nothing behind her, Larissa asked nervously, “Are This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

you finished?”

“One moment,” Kevan replied. He pinched the zipper again and began zipping upwards. In the process, a knuckle on his middle finger gently brushed across her spine, like a feather, tickling both their hearts. Even though Larissa knew that he was not touching her deliberately, she could not help but tense up and hold her breath.

“Done.” The zipper was finally closed, and Kevan let go reluctantly.

Larissa also let out a long exhale. “Thank you,” she said.

Kevan stuck his hands back into his pockets to curb his urge to touch her. After

getting a grip on his breathing, he said coolly, “Turn around; show me.”

Larissa let go of her hair and turned around shyly. She was a rather conservative woman and did not like showing too much skin. She had worn strapless gowns before, but only on a handful of occasions. The way Kevan was staring at her made her tug the gown upward with discomfort in an effort to cover herself. But Kevan noticed none of that.

When Larissa turned around, his throat tightened, and his mind blanked out. He stared at her, and could only think of one word–fairy.

A gorgeous, pure, and saintly fairy–his little fairy. “How is it?” Larissa asked tentatively.