*Anna*

He takes my hand, entwining our fingers, holding me firmly as though fearing he can lose me on the trek up. The stairs are narrow, so we can’t walk beside each other, and I find myself in a position where I can study his back, his buttocks, his thighs without him being able to see where my eyes wander, and they wander over the entire length of him. I do wish he would dispense with his jacket, perhaps even his waistcoat …

Heat swarms through me as I realize I would very much like to see him trudging up those steps with no clothing at all. I want to...