Thomas jerked as he was not at all expecting her to pull away. He hadn't planned on being able to get that close in the first place, and he thought he'd take his chance. He wanted more now. He wanted to touch more of those wings; how often would he be able to touch wings again? They were so pretty.
"E? No, no E. What's E?" His hand reached out in front of him as if he could somehow touch the wings. Just a little reach, just a little touch. He'd liked the little wings on the Cupids. He liked them, but these were better.