Sofia's fingers moved to the buttons, her hands shaking so violently she could barely hook the fabric. She looked at the floor, her face burning with a mix of shame and heat from the steam. Damien didn't wait for her to struggle. He stepped toward her, his hands covering hers. Slowly, almost reverently, he undid each button.
As the maid uniform fell to the marble floor, Sofia stood before him in nothing but her undergarments and the heavy, stained bandages. Damien's breath hitched in his throat, but he held himself back.
"Sit," he whispered, his voice losing its roughness.
