"Jesus."

There's not much else Hopper is even capable of saying, not at the mere sight of Joyce's back, the way her underwear sits, the stockings, the lace against her skin. His hands skim down her back and then he places his palms on her hips and turns her to face him.

It feels a bit indecent, being fully dressed while looking at her like this and it sends a thrill through him. "Christ, you're beautiful."