He's strong, and quick, and if he weren't being careful it might be a little frightening.

Her eyes are wide open and riveted on him, chest heaving as he works the fabric from her body. There's a moment of hesitation where she keeps her arms against her sides. This is the moment that puts all of her coquettishness to the test.

This is really happening.

She slowly raises her arms over her head, helping him discard the camisole. In addition to the scar on her right bicep, there's another on her left hip. A long, jagged line that sits below her waist.