Before I can move to slide his underwear down, I look at his face and realize how nervous he seems. His hands are shaking where they're resting against my skin and he actually seems to think I might be cruel enough to tease him, even after everything. I swallow hard and furrow my brow, sliding my hand back up to his ribs and leaning down to give him a soft kiss. Maybe I was rushing things, too swept in my eagerness to really think.

"We don't have to," I murmur, kissing him again and rolling onto my side to lay next to him, one arm wrapped around his middle to pull him close. "Not tonight. We can just do this, mon chou."