Anna bit her lower lip as she walked up the stairs. She had no idea she was supposed to help Noah undress; she was too embarrassed to even get close to him when he is shirtless so why is she the one taking off his clothes.
Noah always undressed her when she got back from wherever she went, and she never thought the same could be done for him.
As she approached their bedroom door, Anna felt a flutter of nerves. She took in deep breath before twisting the door knob and stepped into the room.
Noah had already taken off the cufflinks and unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt when he paused, mid-motion, to stare at her. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he walked up to her. He had been standing next to the bed, his coat and tie were already on the bed.
Anna shivered, feeling suddenly small before him. "Yes, I'm fine," she managed to say, her voice softer than she intended.