The way he felt when she let go of his hand reminded him of the way it felt when he wanted to cut it off. That was weird. There was just something too heavy about it after she let it go.
He looked up and watched her take that little spin, and he couldn't wipe the grin off his face. "I can see that," he agreed. "Might have to take off the shoes first though, yeah. I don't know how anyone does anything in those."
That playful look got him. He couldn't look cool or calm or anything but in the palm of this girl's hand, totally wrapped around her finger. "Always," he promised her, leaning forward just a little. He wanted to be close to her.