Before she had a chance to turn away, he touched her chin and she seemed to freeze momentarily. All she could seem to do was stare at him. Her heart was surely fighting to burst from her chest.
Finally, she snapped out of the stare and took his hand. He'd touched her face with the hand he'd smeared the paint across his own forehead with. She smiled and sighed, taking the rag to his hand and gently dabbing at the paint that covered the majority of his skin. "Thank you." Those words came in somewhat of a whisper as she forced herself not to look at his face again. If she did, she'd surely get lost in those gorgeous eyes of his and do something she shouldn't.