He wanted to close his fingers around her wrist, to keep her there with him for just a moment longer, but he resisted. He slid his own fingers back, instead, so they were under hers, and then he carefully turned his fingers over. What resulted, was that he could brush the tips of his fingers against hers slowly, as he answered her. "The peach?" he asked, gaze fixed on her face, because in that moment he saw nothing but her, thought of nothing but her, felt nothing but her, and so he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.