Jonas had never stopped thinking she was beautiful. It had haunted him at night after his rescue, when he knew he should have been grateful to be safe on Earth, yet all he could think about was her and her beauty. Her touch and the touch of her skin.

Her eyes meeting his and the hands at his zipper brought him back to the moment and he nodded a small ascent to her. Reluctantly, he pulled his hands away so he could pull his t-shirt over his head. divesting himself of it just as she pushed his bottoms down. In a small fit of modesty, he kept his eyes down, waiting for a reaction from her before he looked up.