Music Recommendation: Giverny by Remo Anzovino
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His eyes were on hers, looking at her through the mirror as he brought his hands to push her dress to the side from behind before moving up to her shoulders to push the dress down. The candles burned brightly, and the sky outside had turned dark as the time of evening was passing by to bring in the night.
Calhoun didn't stop his hands there. Her dress that was around her slender waist, he used both his hands to push it further down for her dress to pool at her feet.
She questioned herself, wheather Calhoun was going to enter the bath with his clothes on. It was because she had seen it in the past, and as the thought crossed her mind, she saw him unbutton his shirt, one by one where she could only see his hand movements until he discarded the shirt on the ground.