action;
[ There's a brief moment of panic when he rolls off of her when she thinks that he's going to pull away completely and things are going to get awkward. But he doesn't let go of her, his arms staying around her waist and that insecurity she tries to hide so well fades in an instant.
She moves to roll towards him, draping her arm over his torso as her chin rests on his chest, her eyes watching his face. Although, they do flutter a bit when he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, earning a gentle, contented smile from her, her fingers drawing shapes against his skin, lazily.]