My thumb brushed her skin.
She inhaled.
I nearly broke.
“Here,” she said.
Here.
Yes.
Here was good.
Here was fatal.
Her hand covered mine and guided my fingers under the strap.
I slid it down her shoulder.
Slowly.
Too slowly again, because apparently torture was a shared activity now.
The lace shifted over her breast.
My mouth opened slightly.
No words came out.
Perse guided my other hand to the opposite strap.
“Other side.”
I obeyed.
Of course I obeyed.
I would have obeyed if she had told me to walk into fire and take notes on the temperature.
The second strap slipped down her arm.
Her eyes stayed on mine the entire time.
Deep green.
Bright.
A little breathless now.
Good.
Not good.
Terrible.
Perfect.
Her lips moved again.
I watched them.
Soft, full, still sh
