The walk towards his room was both aesthetically pleasing and nerve-wracking. I had been in his bed before, but knowing that I would be in his bed again, this time with him taking it to me naked with only a robe he had pulled on me last minute before leaving the room, it did some thing to my heart. To my mind. To my brain.

"You are perfect even from down here too," I said, my voice low, my chest heaving.

He looked down at me, then gave a small laugh. "Perfect? You should see you, sweetheart."

I gave a small chuckle, then wrapped my hands around his shoulders, pushing...