He puts his palms flat on the wall either side of her head, and pulls back to watch her face, waiting for her to finish with the buttons. He's a bit different to how he was last time they were together; the teenager was confident, and eager to show he had skill, enjoying his own brash attitude. Jim at thirty-five has no need to prove anything. He'll please her, and he knows she knows it.

'Next time, leave the skirt on.'

He hooks the tip of a finger into the cup of her bikini, and lays kisses on her neck as he starts to draw it down.