[ She leans into his hands, and closes her eyes for a moment, sinking into the touch. She's trying not to lose her nerve—she's tensed like a coiled spring, but it's a good kind of tension, an anticipatory one, that's a little strange to feel.

Resting one palm against his jaw, thumb pushing up a little at his chin, she gives him a slightly lopsided smile. ]

Help me get undressed, and I'll show you.