"Won't you know if it's not?" Neil teases. He can't hide from Caleb, can't present a front of acceptance to cover nerves. There are nerves, but he's not uncomfortable. If anything, the slowness is too much. He's going to go insane.

He reaches, awkwardly, behind his back and unhooks the bra, sliding it off his arms and tossing it aside. His breasts sag slightly, but they're still plump and perky, and his nipples perk harder without the constriction of cotton over them.

"Is this okay?"