Xylon began the process of removing Eva's soaked clothing. He started with her dark shirt, carefully unbuttoning each button as his fingers navigated the fabric, mindful not to jostle her fragile form.
With each button undone, he gradually exposed more of her skin, the warmth of her fevered body seeping through the damp material.
Xylon e whispered softly, "You're so hot, Eva. I can feel the fever burning through this fabric."
His gaze inadvertently landed on the outline of her dark sports bra beneath the damp fabric.
It struck him out of the rarity of seeing her in anything remotely feminine.
As Xylon shifted his attention to Eva's pants, his movements remained deliberate, his touch gentle yet purposeful.
With each careful motion, he guided the fabric down her legs.
"Almost there, Eva," he murmured softly. "Just a little further."