"Don't move," she says. She gets off the bed and starts undressing herself, until she's left in the bralette and lace thong. Harry's breath hitches in his chest because he's never seen so much of her skin and she looks ethereal and impossible. She's made up of lean lines and graceful curves, and looks so at home in her skin that it makes Harry want to crawl in with her. She turns to Harry, watching him on the bed, and thinks for a moment, chewing on her lip. A mischievous smile spreads over her face as she seems to come to a decision. 