She glanced up at him through her lashes, and something passed between them, warm, intimate, and precious.
"Most of the buttons are still undone," she observed with amusement, her fingers working steadily upward. "Did you even try?"
"I shoved my arms through and ran," he admitted. "The buttons seemed unimportant compared to getting to you."
Her fingers paused on the button near his heart, and she looked up at him fully now. "Thank you," she whispered. "For always... for always being there."
He caught her hand against his chest, holding it there over his heartbeat. "There is nowhere else I would ever be," he said with fierce sincerity. "Nowhere else I want to be than being beside you."
She finished the last button, her hand lingering at his collar. "There," she said softly. "Now you're decent."
"Barely," he said with a slight smile. "My hair is still dripping on you."
