[He smiles back—eager. Somehow this feels both familiar and fresh as if it's brand new when he knows it isn't. Maybe that's just the way she always makes him feel. Like the world is so full of new possibilities that it's hard for anything to feel stale or impossible when he's with her.
Which may be just a little poetic of a thought considering his hands are sliding up her sides now, bringing her helpless shirt up along with them until he can coax her arms up and pull it up and over her head completely.]