When Tina came back out of the dressing room and turned her back to him, Liam was utterly distracted by the soft smooth skin and gentle arch of her back. Quite uncharacteristically, he wanted to trace his fingers down the exposed skin. Of course, that was right about the time she asked him to do up her zipper.
Liam squeezed his fingers into his palms and took a breath to steady himself before lifting his hands to ease the zipper up, careful to keep his fingers from touching her skin. Not from lack of wanting, but because he didn't want to take advantage. He took a step back when he was done. "What do you think? Seems perfect for the Bride of Frankenstein." It wasn't as though the costume was consistent, and the dress was vintage enough to be fitting, he thought.