Michael keeps kissing her there, using his teeth a little, running both hands over her ribs and then down to the bottom of the dress. He wants to see everything that’s under there, all at once. He wants to be able to touch her in more of the places she likes. For him, tonight was and is all about Lee; he is only tangential.
He tugs once at the fabric to let her know what he’s trying to do. “Lift up,” he says.