Simione slid herself to the dress Hawk gave her. It was a casual dress and surprisingly the right size. She finally had it on but was unable to zip its back.
"Let me," Hawk noticed her struggling with the zipper so he volunteered to do it for her.
"No it's fine, I got it," Simione refused but it was already too late. Hawk had his hands on the zipper already and locked it for her. With that, she had no choice but to say her thank you's.
The car finally moved and yet both Hawk and Simione awkwardly sat at the back unable to say anything. Hawk had taken glances at Simione who seemed to be drowned in her train of thoughts. He wanted to have small conversations with her but his raging desire was still filling him and he was then trying to put off the fiery passion that Simione aroused on him earlier.
