He tugs at the hem of my top, our laughter breaking through for a moment when my sleeve momentarily catches on my cast. His blue eyes, so often bright and playful, are darker now, locked on me with a kind of quiet reverence.
"You are just…so beautiful," he murmurs softly, with a sigh.
His words warm me as I reach for the bottom of his sweater, peeling it off and tossing it aside, my hands glide over his bare chest and shoulders as I draw closer.
“I hope you know that I find you very attractive too,” I whisper, studying his face, watching the way his lips part slightly at my words, "I love everything about you. And for the record…” I let my fingers trail teasingly over his chest, down his stomach, “I can’t stop thinking about you in those silk pyjama trousers.”
His breath hitches, and b
