Chapter Eight: Checking For TearsShe takes a deep, shuddering breath and starts to loosen the belt on her coat. He would very much want to be the one to do the honor of stripping her, but he supposes he will just have to work her up to it. She shrugs the coat off, and folds it carefully. Then, she walks towards the coat hanger.
His breath catches. He was correct to assume that she is not wearing much underneath the fur coat, merely the nightgown that clings to her curves in all the right places and white stockings underneath.
"I don't- I don't know if I can do this," she whispers when she turns around.
For a second, he feels guilty for manipulating her into doing it at all, but the guilt passes when the light catches her face and he sees her wide-eyes and quivering lips. She is irresist
