Kaz can't help the way his gaze drops to the flash of warm skin beneath the open shirt. The hand on his cheek, soft and small and familiar, makes him swallow but he manages not to go tense. This has always been a slow exercise, frustrating in its glacial pace. He wants to give her more, everything, but it takes building up. Maybe faster this time than the last, but not instant.

As her hand slides down to press to his chest, goosebumps rise and fall and Kaz shivers beneath her touch. But he doesn't try to pull away, nor does he go tense and distant. He wants nothing more than to lay his hand over hers and his fingers twitch, but he can't quite bring himself to do it yet. But he wants to.