She saw him reach for her, but jumped anyway when skin met skin in a brief extension of affection that shot through her like an electric charge. It wasn't that she thought he might hurt her, or press her for...she didn't know what, exactly. It was simply that she was unused to being touched.
"Well...maybe she knows already. She can smell things really well, right? I think. Maybe she smelled you on the presents and...not yelling at you is her way of saying it's ok, and that you're not creepy?"