The hesitation of the first night is gone, but the reverence remains as Caspian lifts his hands to begin unbuttoning her shirt, trading kiss after kiss as the soft fabric falls open, loose against her. He slips his hand beneath the opened shirt and palms her again, his thumb moving with more deliberation as he kisses her mouth, her jaw, then down along her throat.

"Su," he murmurs, and kisses her collarbone. "You're so beautiful."