"Mm, what have you thought about, mon chou?" I ask in a low, sultry tone, trying to distract us both from our obvious nerves. We get into the bedroom and I shut the door with my foot while pulling my shirt over my head in a graceful movement.

I turn us around so that I can sit on the edge of the bed and pull Bittle between my knees, hands curled around the backs of his thighs while I lean in to press a kiss to his flat stomach through his thin shirt. "Tell me."