Lewis's voice had never sounded like this before.
Low. Calm. Wrapped in something that made my skin react before my mind could catch up. The sound slipped straight into my ears and settled in my hands, warming them, steadying them.
Yet beneath that softness was a faint impatience, carefully restrained.
"Darling," he murmured, close enough that I felt his breath, "unbutton my shirt."
The room was dim. My fingers hesitated, struggling to find the buttons. I followed his words carefully, undoing them one by one, slow and clumsy, like a student afraid of making a mistake.
My heart was beating far too fast.
When the last button came loose, I whispered, "What… what should I do now?"
"Come here," he said. "Sit on my lap."
Heat rushed to my face as I moved closer, straddling his waist, unsure where to put my hands, waiting for him to guide me.
He didn't speak.
