She kept squirming, mostly for effect, and allowed herself to be distracted by touching his bare chest and back for a while before getting to work on his pants. He'd filled out so much since they were together after his rescue, but she thought he'd never get back the body she first touched. She felt like she kept learning him over and over. Now his injuries had healed to scars and some of those were fading, not that she'd ever minded them.

She didn't so much get his pants off as get her hand inside them. Once there, she got a little distracted.