He was trembling as he held her, nodding in response to her worried questions. He was okay, and Padma felt the last tense part of her relax in knowing that he was safe.
"You didn't, it was the child, the crowd," Padma was trying to explain, but his hands against her bare shoulders and the kisses he was placing along her neck were distracting her. She pressed close to him, heart beating harder as she felt the warmth of him against her skin. She was tempted to let the towel drop, but she didn't know... didn't want to push him...