A hand when to her cheek, the feel of his lips, though brief, left the skin tingling and for a moment she merely stared at him. It was like they were a couple, trading physical, playful signs of affection in the kitchen as they worked on dinner together. It didn't seem real. The sound of his voice pulled her from her thoughts and she smiled a bit. "It was only done with love, Clint. Promise," she replied lightly. The words definitely made things more normal between them again, but the the feel of his lips on her cheeks just wouldn't fade away so easily. Was it because she was simply not use to such affection? Such real affection by a man?
"It is when the man is you," she replied quietly and shot him a playful grin. "You are not like other men to me, Clint. You never have been." Clint was special because she loved him, cared for him truly in a way she didn't for other men. Sure, she had friends, colleagues, but none of it compared to Clint or the trust she had for him. He was the only one who could truly tug at heart strings. "And I think you're more worried about yourself getting hurt. You should put on clothes for your own protection."