He lifted his hips a little, to give her more room to work the button. The jeans he wore were old and well worn. "I think they'd like that." He nodded. "But if you're going to go sit in a canoe or something, you're on your own. I don't even know if they can swim."
His hands slid up her arms, to the curve of her shoulders. She still wore her shirt, but his fingers caressed the more prominent scars. By now, he knew the map of her marks fairly well.