"Uh..." Raegan blushed furiously, feeling embarrassed at the mere thought of undressing him. She would've felt uncomfortable undressing any man, let alone Mitchel.

Sensing her reluctance, Mitchel's eyes darkened. “Forget it. I'll do it myself.”

He lifted his uninjured arm and clumsily tried to unbutton his shirt.

When the last button was finally undone, he straightened his back and tried to shrug his shirt off, but it was futile. After a while, he let out a frustrated sigh.

Raegan seemed to notice his struggle. “Does it hurt?"

Sometimes it was good to admit one's weakness.

At last, Mitchel realized that Raegan yielded to a more subtle approach rather than a direct one.

Mitchel raised his eyebrows and answered in a hoarse voice, "A little..."

The pungent smell of blood permeated the air. Finally, Raegan bit her Lips and nodded, as though she had made up her mind about something.

"Let me do it."

Mitchel could barely hide his smile, but he tried desperately to hold it back and put on a serious face.

Shy, Raegan lowered her head to keep from staring at his defined muscles and gingerly stretched out her hand to search for the button.

But it was inevitable for her soft fingers to brush against the man's bare skin. Her cold hands touched every part of his chest.

ALL of a sudden, Mitchel gasped.

Raegan stopped what she was doing and looked up in a hurry. “What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Mitchel frowned and said in a low voice, "You touched the wrong spot."

Raegan looked down at the part she had just touched and turned as red as a tomato. I'm sorry," she stuttered embarrassedly.

"It's okay. Go on..." Mitchel's low and seductive voice seemed to make her heart race in her chest.

Raegan flushed even more.

The car interior wasn't particularly spacious with Mitchel's stout build. One false move from Raegan, and she could hurt him. Holding her breath, she made sure to be extra careful as she tried to take off his shirt.