Up until now, they had kept a safe and respectable distance from one another, though they had been talking here and there. It brought a different sort of happiness to have her close, to feel the touch of her hand. "Good then, I would hate for anything to happen to you." He meant that and not because he felt like he had to care.
He watched as she traced over his palm, subconsciously holding his breath, simply enjoying her touch. "That's probably for the best," he replied softly, his hand shifting to cup her cheek, fingers twitching just slightly along her jawline.
"Tell me what you're thinking about." He moved his hand beneath her chin, tilting it just slightly so she would look at him.