He's smiling with a kind of patient anticipation while she follows the rope lines to the knots. His chest isn't rising or falling... because he's holding his breath, hoping the reaction with be a good one. And it is. The flush in her cheeks was worth every frustrating moment of learning how to tie this correctly.

"Not as such," he admits. "But I thought to myself, if a lady can surprise her lover by wearing lingerie, well, the principle could be the same in reverse. "It's called Shibari. I learned it from a very interesting book."

His own cheeks heat up when she puts a finger beneath the rope and tugs. Oh, yes, he ikes the way that feels. She's the only one in all the world he would trust with this. Fitting that she's his wife now.

"There's something extra unique about this rope I'm wearing. Try to phase through it."