[He doesn't shift his gaze either, for once not caring that clothing is left on the floor. There are more pertinent matters at play right now, with the woman he loves stripping naked in front of him. He's seen Stella change before, but this is different. His breath intakes sharply as he watches her hands caress her own breasts, sharp longing wishing it was his hands. He barely notices the water cascading over him any longer as he lets his own fingers slickly slide across his toned abdomen, trailing soap across his pale flesh.]
You're beautiful. I'm picturing what it would be like to touch you.
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You're beautiful. I'm picturing what it would be like to touch you.