Her eyes follow the loosed garment to the ground, it's impact dull and weighted like rock.
She can't breathe.
The storm outside disappears under the pounding of her heart, the dim lighting shielding her blush. Stepping closer, her eyes stay trained downward while unsteady hands settle at his waist, fingers tingling against warm skin as they hook his fundoshi.
She tugs, trying to loosen it but can't, and heat scorches her face like wildfire.
"Here." His hand settles over her panicked fingers, guiding them with practiced ease through the unfamiliar process.
She looks up, smiling sheepishly.
Quiet amusement sparkles back.
