"You’re always so mouthy when you miss me." He’s working her pants down her thighs but doesn’t push them past her knees, limiting her range of motion. He pushes her shirt up, exposing her lower back and tracing his finger down her spine stopping just as he reaches her ass. She can hear his belt bulk and she can picture him undressing in her brain but can’t bring herself to turn around and see how he’s looking at her at this very moment, considering his view. 