[ When he looks back to her there's far more skin on show than he remembers. Her arms, shoulders, chest, right down the the negligee hugging her figure, accentuating her curves just so in the cool wash of moonlight. She's utterly gorgeous to look at, and she's stroking his cheek, easily sucking him in ... ]

But—

[ But then he's kissing her; he doesn't know when or why but he is, and it feels good, so instead of stopping he lifts a hand to slide around the back of her neck. Everything about her is warm and soft enough to tingle down to his toes; ]

You're sure?

[ A breath against her lips, still sweet against his own. ]

... With me?