We stare at each other, my face red, his calm. I don't know why I'm acting this way, when just earlier I'd been fully naked with him.
This is different, I think to myself, something more is going to happen.
"Are you scared?" He asks, touching my cheek gently with his finger.
"N-no." I stuttered out, clearing my throat. "Are you?"
"No." He says, as his hands trace the sides of my neck, my shoulders, and then my collarbone.
He waits for me to slip off my towel, his still around his hips, and I can feel my heart beat faster as I let it fall.
Quill's sudden intake of breath makes me want to blush; he stares at me in wonder, his hands tracing my sides and then my ribs with the most gentle of pressure.
Goosebumps trail across my skin, and I can feel his gaze on my face.
I'm nervous and wound up but also I can feel desire bubbling from each touch he gives me.
