Chapter Eleven: Attention

“No…uh, pretend I didn’t say anything. Okay, here!”

I fumble with my dress’s zip hurriedly to dispel the awkwardness I caused with my outburst, but it seems caught on something.

“I’ll get naked.”

I add that because taking the dress off is taking longer than I thought, and I don’t want him to think I'm hesitating.

Fuck…this is not how I imagined foreplay would feel like, and what the hell is wrong with this dress? Why won't it get off me?

The sound of fabric tearing makes me stop tugging and instead cringe at my actions.

"Turn around."

Matteo says softly, but at this point, shouldn’t I just go home and scream at my pillow?

He is perfect, while I feel like a clumsy fool!

“Turn around, Olivia.”

He says again, but this time, it feels more like a command than a request, so my body complies as if it has been trained.

I hear him stand from the couch, and within a few seconds, his warm hands lift mine to expose my zipper. He tugs it gently, and it gives way completely after he pushes my hands