Mat is easily led, and his hand goes where Abby directs it. His palm presses into the bare skin of her side, fingers curled around her back to tease her there. His fingertips dance patterns against her, quick and light as though he were playing a simple melody. The intro to a more complex piece, a prelude just setting the stage.

Slowly he slides his hand upwards, following the line of her body. He slips up beneath her undershirt, nips at her bottom lip gently.

His other hand joins in, carding through her hair. She's got gorgeous hair. The color of it's rich and strong, like polished red wood. And it's soft. A fellow could lose himself in hair like that.