Ben was disappointed that she’d asked him to turn around, because he was enjoying watching. The way her dress dropped to the floor send a thrill through him. But if that was what she wanted, he couldn’t particularly protest. It wasn’t as though she could keep him in the dark the whole time — and he’d already seen everything she might be particularly modest about, anyway. Maybe she had something special in mind? That made more sense than sudden shyness, given how heated they’d been in the closet at the party. Maybe she wanted to do something as a sort of surprise.

He could certainly get behind that, so he turned around without complaint. He removed his jacket and tossed it towards a nearby chair, then started to unbutton his shirt. As he did, he teasingly asked, “Is it okay if I don’t stop there?”