[She casts a look down his body and then back up to his eyes before taking a seat on the bed next to him—touching slightly.] You're right. It is soft.
[Her hand glides along the bedspread, just barely grazing against his shirt, causing it to lift just a little higher.] Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that.
[Fingers lightly clasp the edge of the shirt, guiding it back down where they come to rest on his stomach with the heel of her hand sitting upon his pants.]