I tilt my head into his hand, sort of nuzzling my cheek against his palm. When he pulls away I go to take in a steadying breath, only to have it catch in my throat when he finishes undressing.

It's not like I haven't seen him in various states of undress before, I did share a room with him for as year. But this is different, this is wrapped in in all sorts of trust and desire and feelings only he's been able to express aloud so far.

I clear my throat and slip out of my own shirt, looking down and hiding most of my face in my hair.