responds quickly. "Do. It's fine. I'm good," he mutters.
I gently undo the button and my fingers glide down his shirt to the next. His eyes are large and luminous, his lips parted as his breathing shallows. He is so beautiful, even in his fear... because of his fear. I undo the third button and notice his soft hair poking through the large V of the shirt.
"I want to kiss you there," I murmur.
He inhales sharply. "Kiss me?"
"Yes," I murmur.
His gasps as I undo the next button and very slowly lean forward, making my intention clear. He's holding his breath, but stands stock-still as I plant a gentle kiss among the soft, exposed curls. I undo the final button and lift my face to him. He's gazing at me, and there's a look of satisfaction, calm, and... wonder on his face.
"It's getting easier, isn't it?" I whisper.