Darcy was sure that he was meant to feel incredibly ashamed and strangely vulnerable about now, but he was surprised to find that he really didn't. The way she looked at him made him feel strangely powerful and very loved at the same time, no shame in it at all. He propped himself up on his elbows to get a look at her in return, all flushed skin, wild hair and boobs.
"Alright, it's my turn to unwrap a present," he insisted. He knew there was more to it than just the buttons.