The giddy fluttering in her chest did not cease when he placed her down on the bed, and arguably got worse when he began shedding his clothes. She averted her gaze, a silly gesture given that he was undressing for her. Cheeks tinted pink, she gathered her courage to meet his gaze once again, and, taking a deep breath, moved to her feet and began working his shirt off his shoulders. This part was easy; she'd undressed him before (albeit not for this purpose), so her hands did the work without much thought.

"So handsome," she murmured approvingly, running her palms down the plains of his chest. She had no idea where to go from there; the only men she'd undressed further were patients incapable of doing it themselves, and Jamie was... the complete opposite of helpless at the moment. "Tell me what to do. I've never..."

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