She shifted, slowly, easing herself out of the shirt. Hair poured down through the neckline, webbing over her face, and she laughed, eyes crinkling. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it, and stretched her arms upward with a faint crackle of realigning bones. She bit her tongue on the question, ‘like what you see?’
His jaw dropped and his eyes widened comically, glazing over with lust and admiration as they shamelessly roamed her bare torso. Breath hitching as he flicked out his tongue to wet his lips, he reached out unconsciously, fingertips ghosting down her sides, too afraid just yet to venture any higher. “You’re so beautiful…”
She twitched in an involuntary reaction, half-tickle and half-heat flash. One hand smeared as much hair as possible back while she said, equally involuntarily, “No I’m not.” After that she didn’t know what to do with her hands, tucking them under her hair for lack of anything better.