George let her lead him down the hall, into her room, and he paused as they approached the bed. Pulled his t-shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor before approaching her again.
He reached toward her, fingers brushing the buttons of her blouse, and he took a half-step closer. Wanting to see her, and touch her. One button slid through its hole, and her blouse parted to reveal a bit of skin. He traced it with one finger, this new crescent of flesh. Another button. Then another. "Let me," he whispered, meeting her eyes for a moment, then slid the last one free, letting her blouse fall open. He pushed it off her shoulders, then down her arms, letting it slip from her wrists to the floor as he pulled her against him, skin to skin, and kissed her deeply.