He was afraid he might be reading more into her tone than he should have been. There was just something about it that made his breath catch, especially when she said his name. It made him think she was feeling the same way about him that he was feeling about her, but he was still resisting that being possible.
When she stopped, his back immediately missed her touch. He turned his head to meet her gaze, "I won't forget," he promised quietly.
"Thank you again," he murmured, shifting his position enough that he could gently cup her cheek. He flushed at his boldness -- though it certainly was the least of his recent bold thoughts about her -- as he slowly withdrew his hand.