This man did strange and terrible and wonderful things to her heart. She smiled, when she realized their small victory here. And how strange that a victory could be found in something so small as the way he leaned into her fingers. Small.... but enough. For now.
"Let's forget about shelving for a little while," she suggested lightly. "Come on -- I'll read first. Maybe a bit of Eliot to start us off?"
And rolling backwards onto her heels, she smoothly stood, then offered her hand to him -- not to help him up, of course. He didn't need that.
Already, she'd planned out their seating arrangements on the couch. He'd sit in the corner and she fully intended on occupying the hollow between his arm and his side. It was, she mused, the perfect reading nook. Today was going to be very good. She would make sure of it.