He stopped touching her long enough to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. This wasn't their normal way of doing things, but what happened just earlier seemed to have wrapped around them and it just felt right.
Bill tossed the shirt somewhere, he didn't really look where because he was too focused on her, her pale, silky skin, her beautiful eyes, her soft, damp hair. He leaned down and pulled her hair aside, placing a row of hot kisses down the side of her neck, tasting her skin almost reverently. As he did so, he pushed the shirt the rest of the way off her, leaving her with just her bra on top.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured against the skin of her shoulder, but it wasn't just her outside beauty he was talking about. She was a sweet and kind person and she made him, his life, so much better by being a part of it.