At A VIP Dressing Room in the Stadium…
…
Ciara realised to her utter joy and despair that with the level of damage dealt to Reo's shirt, this big fix could not be done on his body. He would have to take off the shirt.
"T- take off your shirt, please.", she gasped, her words running deep with desire beyond the literal meaning.
Reo smirked mischievously.
His fingers reached for the crystal buttons. He started loosening them one by one, all the while watching 'Charlie's' face for an obvious girly reaction.
Ciara immediately turned red hot as a furnace.
"Wh- what are you doing?", she asked him, getting flustered.
"Taking off the shirt. You said I should, didn't you?", he replied with alluring eyes underneath his perfect, dark curls.
'That look!', Ciara felt her heart drop to her stomach.
She gulped.
"Yes… b-but…", Ciara couldn't utter her protest. She panicked.
