Eveline smiled at Dominic, nodding at his question. Eveline never particularly liked talking, and she never liked sign langauge either, but head movements were universal and she preferred them to anything else. As he walked over, Eveline slid off her knee sock, tucking them inside her saddle shoes. Beaming as he kissed her head, Eveline leaned back over and planted a kiss on his lips. Why was this so comfortable?
As Dominic sat back, Eveline picked her legs and tossed them over his lap, wiggling her toes as they had been trapped together all night. It was nice to sit down and have nothing else to do. No requirements, just what she wanted. Or maybe what Dominic wanted too, but she tried not to think about that too much because she knew the answer.
"Me?" Eveline pretended to be affronted for a moment. How could he expect her to think of something? Taking his hand in hers, Eveline began tracing letters on his palms. F-A-V C-O-L-O-R?