Another blush heated Stephen's face at her words. For so long, he'd dreamed of being wanted, of being loved, and to have this incredibly beautiful woman express such thoughts to him overwhelmed him. He felt like a starving man being offered a banquet to break his fast with. The way she was framed by the moonlight made him gasp. Diana was the name of a Roman goddess and one of Her aspects was a connection to the moon. Surely, this was a positive sign from the universe.
He stepped back. It wasn't fair that she was the one naked. He used magic to help undress himself. He left his clothes where they fell. He'd get them later.
Where Diana's skin was perfect, Stephen's was marred by some scars from the accident but more from the many battles he'd fought as a sorcerer. Usually, he was wary of showing his body to others, self-conscious of all his imperfections. But Diana's acceptance and confidence inspired him. He wanted her to see all of him, too.
"Never been more sure," he assured her. He walked over to the foot of her bed and sat down on its edge. "You deserve this. I do, too." He held out his hand to her. "Let's make some magic together, honey."