Crossing her arms over her chest, Fanny tried to hide her body from him.

"Move your hand," Michel ordered, his voice gruff.

Shaking her head frantically, Fanny took a step back but still made contact with the wall. There's nowhere to hide. She got stuck as he got closer.

Michel squeezes her space and wraps his fingers around her wrist, pulling it downwards until she can no longer cover herself.

He brought his hand up just in front of her chest and let his fingertips ...