Oh she definitely grabbed ahold of his hands. Throwing her leg over, after sliding down into the seat a little, was easier that way. But she could feel the quiver in her legs, and pulled on his hands a little as she stood. Holding on until she was absolutely sure her knees were not going to give way.
"Oh yeah, I just need to walk it off." Heather was definitely tempted to strip off those coveralls and go for a walk into the ocean. It had to be cooler than her thighs right then. Knowing the scars that riddled her back, legs, and other bits, kept her from doing it, instead she squatted a couple of times, forcing the blood into other parts, before she gave her backside a little shake.