[Oh, she is too beautiful like this. George thinks anyone who would rather look at Susan when Lucy is in the room doesn't know what beauty is. He tugs open the laces of her skirt and slides it off her slowly.]

I thought about doing this, about peeling you out of all these layers. I thought about being able to touch you properly, skin to skin.

[He slides both hands up her ribs to cup her breasts and bends his head to place a kiss between them.]

I thought about kissing you, every inch of you. I thought about...being inside you.