The playfulness fell away. She caught his hand and held it where he'd set it. Her eyes closed briefly before she looked back up at Errol, wondering.
He was so careful around her. He never pressed her for more than the occasional kiss. Though his reserve had proven his regard and care for her time and time again, she'd never seen him out of control. Was it her fault? She never thought he found her unappealing, but she'd never seen him ablaze for her, either. There'd been hints to it... like now. But only hints.
There had to be something more, under the surface of that gentle regard. She intended to find out. Tonight.
Stretching, she turned off the stove where the water had just begun to boil, then dropped down to the kitchen floor and circled around to him. Feather-soft fingers hesitated at his hip before settling there.
"Maybe tea isn't the best idea after all," she said.