Draco hadn’t had the willpower to close his eyes. He had seen the perfect curve of her ass, covered partially by a simple pair of red cotton underwear. He had been close enough to see the fine hairs on her upper thighs. He held the ladder steady for her and gripped the rails, exerting what was left of his restraint to keep his hands on the ladder and not run his fingers up her leg. He would have to find a way to break the tether; being this close to her for the next few months would make him lose his sanity. 