The question burned, unlike the others she'd put to him. This was a slow, crawling thing. He swallowed, feeling as if he were standing on the edge of a long drop. Nothing was below to catch him.
"I would..." This was foolish. He looked down. "I'd get you closer," he said, softer now. "I'd find out what your hair felt like running between my fingers." This was so foolish. He swallowed again, but his hand had already come up to hover over his chest, over the heart that was beating harder now.
"I'd put your hand here," he said, finally setting his palm against his skin. "I'd want the first thing you touched to be me."