Something that almost looked like hope started to show in her eyes, Rose holding her breath as his fingertips brushed over her skin, little shivers of pleasure making her tingle in the wake of his touch… That vanished as he pulled back.
Rose’s body immediately longed for that touch again but she said nothing, her lips pressing together as her eyes dropped away. Even here it was foolish to have hope where he was concerned, she had to remember that. Just because he was with her now, didn’t mean that he wanted to be. It was about where they were, not who she was.
“Right… yeah.” An uneasy, forced chuckle escaping her lips as she sat herself upright, the ghost of his touch still taunting her as she rubbed the sore spot on the back of her head, frowning a little as she sat cross-legged on the floor of the beach shack.
“So what do you think the chances are of them having McDonald’s in an underwater prison?” Rose trying to make a joke – even if she would think that was perfection – to try and ease the discomfort she felt now that they were back to business mode. “I’m starving and I’m so sick of prison food.” Not that food should have been a priority. They could hardly keep living in this shack but it worked for a night or two, until they could gather more information.