George took off his shirt and then began to unbutton Katie's. She fought the urge to bat his hands away, to cover herself up. It'd been three years since anyone had seen her like this.
Don't think about that night.
She met George's eyes and nodded. She trusted him. He wouldn't hurt her. Her shirt fell to the floor and he drew her to him. Katie kissed him, letting her hands run up and down his chest and arms. It felt good and safe and wonderful.