Liv may have melted a little in his embrace. She was doing okay, fighting the overwhelming urge to... she wasn't sure what. She felt alive. And although Liv had never been particularly whacky and spontaneous when she was alive, being a zombie gave her a whole new set of life experience that made her less cautious and rigid.
...Anyway, she'd been doing okay until the added back rub. Her exhale was a little too breathy and relaxed and threatened to sound a little more inappropriate than a very appreciative sigh. She pulled a few inches away without letting go of him.
"...Okay."
She was a little torn about what she wanted right then.