MARIE'S POV.
For the first time in the year, I question my reasoning,
"Don't move please" he pleads once again, his eyes wavering and his hands placed on my skin, he traces his fingers all across my neckline giving me risks.
I am utterly disgusted but then again I dare not make a mistake that could cost him his life in any way.
He turns several more minutes after, making tiny splints and wheezing every now and then, finally, he lives away from me with sweats over his head.
"I am sorry, you can have your clothes back on" he utters to me, I can hear his voice break at intervals which confused me utterly.
"I'm fine, for a real young miss?" he pauses, hoping to catch on my name.
"Marie, I'm Marie" I answered him. I'd hate to leave the young man worried.
He walks away from me and I you'll my dress up almost immediately feeling less worried,
