“I can see down your shirt”
“I can see it, Ed, I leaned deeper into you, felt you nodding along with the sounds in the room, and your warmth signaled through to me from under your shirt, lovely strong, safe and right.”
“Why is it I only get to see you with your shirt off when you're hurt?”
“The can take everything you own- your property, your best years, all your joys, all your good works, everything down to your last shirt- but you'll always have your dreams, so you can reinvent your stolen world.”
“The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?”
“Can I buy you an ice cream beforeI take you home? I feel like it’s the least I can do after scaring your shirt off.”