Aidan let her touch. He let her explore. Again, he was lost to know what Evey was thinking. He would have given anything at all to be able to read her thoughts.
He was very careful to not pull her in against him, Aidan did not want to scare her off or press her too far. He wasn't sure if she was sure what she was doing, and felt like any false movement might drive her away. He could envision her pushing him toward the door, revoking her invitation.
No words passed between them, and he didn't think they needed any.
Her hands on him, the soft touches, drove a shiver up his spine. It was very difficult for him to imagine that she still wanted this closeness, that she wanted him at all, after what she'd seen. By all accounts, Aidan had been at his absolute lowest, he'd killed. A lot. She'd found a large stash of blood he'd horded from his last victim. She'd poured it out. How could she see him as anything but a monster?
Aidan finally reached out to her, once her lips met his flesh, a tender touch on her shoulder to encourage, his fingers trailing down her spine.