Andrew's POV:
I'm staring at her.
She's stood in my bedroom just in front of my bed. Her clothes are pooled on the floor at her feet. She's completely exposed before me, and she's beautiful.
Her hair is a fiery red that blazes as if the sun were touching it even though it's pitch black outside. It covers one breast as she pulls it all around to one side before tilting her head and smiling seductively at me. It still amazes me that she could choose to be with me after everything that's happened between us.
I want to touch her, but I hold back for just a moment longer. I want to be selfish with her. I want to take her in. I want to know every inch of her. I want to make sure there's not a chance in hell I forget the shape of her hips and the curve of her breasts.