If Romilda had looked surprised before now she looked shocked. Her eyes flew open as she felt.. well, she felt that. It didn't occur to her that she could pull her hand away and so she sat there, eyes wide and her mouth hanging open a little with her hand on Dennis.
The color flooded her cheeks which went from pale ivory to bright tomato red. Looking down at the blanket, Romilda didn't know what to say. She should tell him about Ioan. She really should.
But what would happen if she rejected Dennis right now? He was her friend, her best friend, and she promised not to leave him or hurt him. She promised to be there for him and if she turned him down, what would that do to him?
"I've never.. um.. felt that before. From anyone."