His gaze becomes too unsteady to meet hers, so even as he turns his head ever-so-slightly into her delicate touch, his eyes remain lowered, following the slant of her clavicle, the dip between her breasts. He moistens his parted lips with the tip of his tongue, swallowing again when he feels his throat go dry.

"I don't think even I could describe them to you with mere words..."