He grit his teeth as the ghosting of her breath across his ear sent an involuntary shiver down his spine. That was definitely something he had to make sure to tell her not to do again -he didn't want to find himself on the receiving end of a fist to the face. I wanted to... I was hoping she'd... I'm going to do something really stupid and wind up getting slapped one of these days.
Skirting around to the door, he paused, one hand poised to open it for her. Did she really mean it when she'd said that or was she just humoring him? "...sorry for keeping you so long." He needed her to go so he could beat his head in with the nearest blunt object. Why did she have to make him feel emotions he didn't even know he was capable of?