I lean forward to kiss his neck a little as he works on his shirt. Nothing
like a little incentive, right? And it feels perfect, being close to him
like this, feeling the occasional brush of the back of his hands against my
belly and chest as he handles the unbuttoning. Which is a good thing,
because I'm pretty sure my fingers would be shaking all over the place if I
had to do it. I'm nervous enough as it is about all of this.
Which reminds me, I'm, like, 99.9 percent sure he's good with this, but I
should probably make sure. "Glad we're on the same page, I mean, we are,
right?"
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I lean forward to kiss his neck a little as he works on his shirt. Nothing like a little incentive, right? And it feels perfect, being close to him like this, feeling the occasional brush of the back of his hands against my belly and chest as he handles the unbuttoning. Which is a good thing, because I'm pretty sure my fingers would be shaking all over the place if I had to do it. I'm nervous enough as it is about all of this.
Which reminds me, I'm, like, 99.9 percent sure he's good with this, but I should probably make sure. "Glad we're on the same page, I mean, we are, right?"