As unflinching as ever, she lies in his shadow and peers up at him as innocently as a newborn kitten. Lifting her head off the pillow, she scatters kisses over his mouth. Little pecks and teasing flicks of her tongue, eyes open to him the whole time.

Her leg hooks around his.

Her hands slip between his legs, stroking, rubbing, hunting for the tie to his drawers—

She finds elastic instead.

What.

He'll be able to sense her confidence shift as she fumbles with getting inside, breaking eye contact at last in order to maneuver the stretchy material.

Honestly, what.

The waistband snaps back against his belly by accident.