There was a distinct lack once Michelle pulled away, an echo in his bones of where he had been ensconced only a moment earlier. Taking a moment to regain his breath, he extracted himself further from Eli and shifted around on the couch to face her. One hand automatically went out to brush his knuckles against what part he reached first in order to confirm her distance, a habit born of intimate moments and learning not to ruin them.

He didn't think much on the order as he worked on the button and zip, because there really wasn't much to think about. She was going to help him out, so why in the world would he not do as asked?