He wasn't ready for that touch. It's barely a touch, feather light and quick, but he still shivers and his skin still flushes. He has to lean down, brace a hand on the bed so he doesn't fall over. He's no teenager but he sure feels like one right now.

"You're going to inflate my ego," he says with a little shake of his head. But, he doesn't want her to not look at him like that. It's so, so, so warming, so good to look at her and know she's seeing him for him. She's not looking at him as a means to get something or as a way to accomplish a goal. She's just seeing him.

"I want to see you too," he murmurs, reaching for her underwear now, heart thumping loudly in his chest.