"Why wouldn't I want you to touch me?" It came off as a little weird to her, but then she'd grown up around some pretty affectionate people. She didn't see any harm in a little touching. As long as it wasn't too fresh anyway.
The air at her back seemed to shimmer and sway. Though, if she were honest, and if she were asked, Hope would have confessed that it was all for theatrics. She could have just unfolded them from 'angel space'. After a second or two of pretty shiny things a pair of white wings spread wide.
"My Mom's and Uncle's and Dad's wings were black. No one knows why mine are white."