Chapter 45 HELP

NAYA’S P O V

‘‘Uhmmm… I actually need your help…’’ I said, shrugging my shoulders to brush his hands away and turned to face him when he didn’t answer my question.

He watched me struggling with the zip for a brief moment, and my cheeks flushed in embarrassment as a result. ''With what?'' he asked, even though he was aware what my problem at the moment was.

‘‘I… I’m going to a dinner party tonight, but I’m having trouble with this dress…’’ I said, expecting him to help me, but he remained steady on his spot, as though he was still trying to absorb what was going on as he stood there, deep in thought. ‘‘Raphael…?’’ I called out softly, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He quickly composed himself and placed his hands on his hips, a frown touched his lips.