Chapter 8

James felt as if his heart was pounding in his chest. He had never experienced such nervousness in his entire life. What's wrong with him? He gingerly raised his hand and touched the zipper of her dress, feeling a lump in his throat as his eyes were captivated by her soft, flawless, white skin. Alice clutched her dress tightly around her thighs when James's fingers accidentally brushed against her skin. She trembled, her breath catching in her throat. Except for Lucas, no man had ever touched her, so her body was incredibly sensitive to the touch. A spark seemed to ignite within her body when James's fingers made contact with her skin again. She bit down on her lips so hard that she feared they might start bleeding soon. The first time his fingers touched her skin, it was accidental, but the second time, James intentionally brushed his fingers against her. As his fingers grazed her skin, he could feel her body reacting just as his—they were both trembling. Once he zipped the dress to t