[Becca shifts softly in his arms, pulling back a bit. She puts her hands on the bottom of her shirt, and slowly lifts it off. There's always a bit of hesitancy there; her scars are pretty bad in her mind, and no matter how many times she shows them to him, she's always afraid he'll be repulsed by them. Still, off it comes and she drops it on the floor. She reaches up to undo her bra next, presenting herself to him like a gift.]
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Keep me warm tonight?