Chapter 30

XAVIER'S POV "Do you need help with that?" I said, leaning against the doorframe, my voice breaking through the silence in the room. Kimberly jumped and turned around, clutching the fabric of her dress. "Xavier!" she exclaimed, eyes wide. "You scared me. "Sorry," I lied, but my smirk gave an altogether different impression. "But it would seem you are having some kind of problem with that zipper." "I am not having a problem," she huffed a bit testily, and with a bit of attitude, turned her back to me to prove some kind of point. Once again, her fingers fumbled over that zipper that just refused to give way. "Clearly," I teased, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward her. She hesitated, glanced over her shoulder at me. "I've got it," she insisted, though the flush to her cheeks and the tension in her shoulders told another story altogether. "Kimberly," I said, my voice soft but firm as I stopped just behind her. "Let me help you." With a soft sigh, she finally let her hands fall to