C80 Constellations of wonder

He stood before her, slowly undoing the buttons of his linen shirt, his eyes not once moving from her. She bit her lip, aching at the sight of him. Intellectually she didn’t quite understand her reaction to him, but instinctively she knew that it was unique. That she had never, would never feel the same way again. Because it wasn’t just the breadth of his shoulders, the defined musculature