Yeah, none of that made her stare at him any less. The only thing that changed was where she stared, because her gaze was compulsively drawn to whatever was being exposed at any given moment. And when he was taking his clothes off like that, every inch of skin was suddenly equally fascinating, from the curve of his shoulders to the muscles in his legs.

She'd seen him naked before, but she hadn't really seen him naked before, you know? Not like this, every piece of clothing an anticipation and the end result him just standing there, open to her gaze.

She continued to envy his confidence.

She was also completely lost for words, because anything she could've said was likely to just come out jumbled and kind of embarrassing, so she was choosing instead to look him over like she couldn't even comprehend the hotness. It was a good look.