When Nolan's eyes sweep over my body, it softens. Yet there's an admiration, almost reverent, like he can't believe I'm really there, half naked, in his bed.

Swiftly, his free hand moves to my back, and I feel him undo the clasp of my bra. His fingers are slow, almost hesitant.

The brassiere falls away, and I freeze for a second, my cheek burning.

My fleshy breasts are left dangling, and I can't believe he's seen them the second time.

He's quiet for a moment, full of awe as he stares ...