At the feeling of Padma's lips on his temple, Faelan's breath caught, and he dipped his head further into the touch, clutching more restlessly at Padma's skin, hands squeezing her arms as if it could make him feel closer to her, but he knew there was only one thing that could do that.
He dropped one hand to close over hers beneath his shirt, the other splaying underneath the hem of hers, pushing it up in silent invitation for her to remove it.