He lets her direct him, lets her push him down. How long, he wonders, has she been so assertive with her lovers? Is this something she's kept hidden from him the whole time, or is this a Molly who's been dormant, who's only coming to life now that they're together? The more he sees of it, the more drawn he is to her, a beautiful and constantly evolving puzzle.

When she kisses him again, her still-damp hair falling around his face in a dark curtain, and he flattens both hands against her back to pull her close. Even with her quick breaths pressing against his palms, he still wants more.

He's never actually undone a bra that was on a living woman before, and despite the slight tremor in his hands he manages to think, for a moment, I don't see why people complain about this part so much. It's easy.