Chapter 82. Barbara's Choice

"Philip! Close your eyes!" Barbara snapped.

Philip quickly hushed. "Don't shout. We could be reprimanded by the nurse again."

"But you promised not to peek!" Barbara hit Philip's chest.

The man who was holding her dress laughed. "Okay, okay."

He bent down again, widening the opening of the dress so that Barbara could enter more easily.

With red cheeks, Barbara held his shoulder. As quickly as possible, she put her legs into the dress.

"Okay, lift it slowly."

Philip smiled. Straightening his back, he brought the dress past Barbara's hips.

"Now what?" Philip rested his hands on her curves. His eyes were closed. However, he knew the girl was holding her breath.

"You have to help me put my hands into the sleeves," Barbara muttered haltingly. Philip guessed, her heart was beating fast.

"Philip!"

The man gasped. "What?"

"Be careful with your hands. You're almost touching—" Barbara held back. "My bandages."

Phili