Marcie inhaled at his words, and it wasn't a sob, she wasn't trying not to cry with how much she loved him. She wanted to tug at his clothes until they tumbled down together, like they did in Hawaii, when they fucked under the stars, or in the hotel room, when he held her tightly and made her feel him, or even the last time, all warm and sleepy in the morning. Instead she pulled at the back of his hoodie and knew she had to conserve her strength.
"Will you undress me?" she asked. That was nice, like a sexy, intimate thing, not because she had to pull her jumper over her head and her arms would be tired after.