“She stepped close—so close I could smell the faint warmth of sandalwood and citrus on her skin—and her fingers moved with an ease I didn’t have. One button. Then another. Then the one over my heart. My chest rose faster with each undone thread.” Jim GarratySex First Time Book:Comings and Goings - The Art of Being Seen : A Jim Garraty Story Source: Comings and Goings - The Art of Being Seen : A Jim Garraty Story