[It reminds her of television, a bit. Simply in how easy it all is, how they move together and undress quickly and without fumbling or hesitating or spending long stretches trying to determine what to remove first or in what order.

She moves to sit on the bed, her finger hooked in the loosened waist of Boone's pants. God, he's a well built man. She makes no effort to hide the way she looks at him, hungrily and wantonly. Her eyes trace his musculature, the scars on him. She knows he indicated she should lay back, but she's loathe to take her hands off of him.]

I'll lie down when we've completed undressing and you join me.