'It left nothing to the imagination.'

She's starting to feel a bit nervous again, this time with the butterflies that come from having him so close. He can't see much, surely, not through the loose neckline of this shirt, surely.

Nevertheless, her breath comes a little shallower, a little quicker. This close, she can study the fine lines of his face, the way the five o'clock shadow outlines his jaw. She finds herself leaning in, nuzzling against his cheek, drinking in his scent.

'You, erm, coming back to bed?'