Warm hands, cold heart...She's not sure why that pops into her head but is grateful it leaves just as quickly. She lets go of him long enough to shrug out of the strap and let her bra fall, too. She has a pair of doves tattooed on her chest, one on each breast.

Licking her lips, she trails her fingers over his skin lightly, noting the muscle and bone. He's definitely not bad, but she can't help but miss the fact that she can't see him.