"Okay," he agreed, his hands at her waist, his mouth pressed to the valley between her breasts. Each time they did this, he watched her uncertainty and her anxiety fall away, her skin flushed pink with the nerves of someone unused to leaving themselves vulnerable.

"I'll teach you whatever you want," he admitted, which was its own kind of nakedness. He wanted her to know all the things he knew, and he wanted to learn everything there was to know about her.