Following her instinct, Lara turned her head back. She saw Nate's blonde hair from that angle, but she couldn't check his expression. She had done something, she was sure. But... What was it?
She turned on her back and caught his face between her palms, pressing her thumbs on his cheek.
When he widened his eyes, she understood that was it. She was doing it right! Her body would react under his fingers, and her soul would guide her to repeat what she had done that night.
Her mind couldn't remember, reshape the images. But her body knew.
She continued undoing Nate's shirt, pulling it away from his shoulders and down his arms. When she could place her lips on his chest, a few images flashed in her memory.
She guided his hand on his back, just like during their first night together. The details were blurry, but of one thing she was sure: that was how she she had asked Nate to do it, by placing his hand back on her body.