Aidan watched, and wondered at, what Evey was doing. It seemed that she was just getting comfortable. Shedding the bits of clothing that were unnecessary inside of one's own home. He couldn't blame her for that.
But suddenly the wondering was over, when she slid his shirt off of his body. He didn't move to fight her, let her do it. His mind recalled the time they'd spent together, the softness of her skin, how she smelled. Her giggles from the first time, the restraint. Then the full release, she'd given herself over to the moment entirely, free and wild in a way that she'd never shown.
He looked down at her, eyes on her, not leaving. Refusing to leave. Refusing to not drink her in. Aidan shook his head lightly, refusing her statement outright.