Even when he kissed her after the doctor visit, Claire didn't remember this much physical contact between them. Soft trail-sensations followed the path of his hands up her spine, chasing her breaths- each one of which she could feel keenly with how tightly he held her. It felt good, despite the circumstances.
"Don't be. Better this than peeling you out of a melted wreck," she breathed in deep, but closed her eyes when a whiff of gasoline from his clothes invaded her nose. Suddenly that close grip didn't feel so good. "Except one thing... Take off your shirt."