Every braincell Cecilia possessed seemed to have focused on the process of his hands. She didn't want him to stop, and again, that idea didn't make her nervous. In the beginning Cecilia had been the one to initiate most physical contact; she felt certain that Owen hadn't wanted to risk crossing any lines and she had appreciated that, but she didn't want him to always be worrying about setting her off like a landmine. She didn't want him to be afraid of her, or of taking the lead once in a while. Just that little progress of his hands moving up her sides did a lot to soothe concerns she'd been trying not to acknowledge all along.
She gave a little nod, still running his tie through her fingers. She couldn't even have said why she liked the uniform, but Owen wore it so much better than anyone else ever could have. "Deal," she said. She'd still have to figure something else out for her hair, but she really wasn't thinking about that now. She gave a dramatic sigh, unable to keep the smile from her eyes. "I suppose we should go be responsible." But she didn't move off the door, nor make any effort to extract herself from him.