Greg pulled away only long enough to get her shirt off, and then to clumsily helping her remove his without pulling too terribly hard on his sore shoulder. There was a slight hiss of pain, but he ignored it, already too distracted by the feel of her next to him. With their shirts removed, he leaned back over her, placing a softer kiss on her lips as he went to undo the snaps on her bra.
“You… really are pretty.” Greg muttered softly against her lips.