CHAPTER 62. Wild like Fire

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  The both of us managed to reach my room without bumping into anyone along the way. I told Cassian that I had to change out of my wet clothes before I could go look for Anne. He waited by the couch awkwardly until I found myself struggling to properly remove both the ripped corset and dress. I had to shamelessly ask Cassian to help, which led us into this situation of his hands around my waist, trying to loosen the laces of the corset.

  “I-I think it would be easier if I turned around instead.” I told him, hoping that my voice did not sound panicked.

  “I almost got it,” he said, leaning closer that our fronts were pressed up against each other just so he could reach. My face was particularly buried into his chest at that point.

  “You are doing this on purpose.” I called out his teasing with my muffled voice.