Licking her lips unconsciously, she tried not to stare too much and make him uncomfortable; it was simply that he was beautiful. Muscles cut from marble, pale flesh so light as it was he was almost a ghost. She pressed her lips to the side of his torso whilst her hands held his waist. Edith wanted to spend hours learning every line of his body, her eyes darkening in lust as she looked up at him. "That sentiment is mutual, dearest Thomas," she said, her hand boldly travelling down his stomach. "You're exquisite."