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Raavi kept her head low. Caspian is not forcing himself on her, just holding and staring, but she’s in such a vulnerable position. She doesn’t have anything on and he was a Dragon. They are both playing with fire if they remain like this. His hand moved, caressing her arm, feeling more of her skin, but it moved higher, reaching her neck until he touched her hair. His fingers played with it, touching the wet strand and pinching it until the water comes out. It was only when he has slightly parted it did he stopped, realizing how wrong it is that he’s doing. She froze when his forehead rests by her arm, aware of how heavy his breathing was. Then he suddenly stood up. She heard his retreating steps and a slam of a door, leaving her there in a confused state. It took her a few moments to