He startled slightly at the touch, but did not move away or rise. Part of this was just the unfamiliarity with contact, of late. Part was the thrill of the uncertain and new, knowing this was going somewhere and feeling a little adolescent in the wonder that engendered in him. And yet, he was not nearly so impulsive as he'd once been--and he'd never been all that forward with the ladies.
But he had to do something, now that they'd danced awkwardly around this for the past several hours. His token resistance was just that, but he didn't want her to get the idea that he was holding back. He didn't think she'd like that, somehow. There had to be a sign that he was in this, too. As odd and unlike himself as he felt.
So after a moment, he shifted to wrap one arm around her shoulders, tucking her closer, willing himself to relax.
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He startled slightly at the touch, but did not move away or rise. Part of this was just the unfamiliarity with contact, of late. Part was the thrill of the uncertain and new, knowing this was going somewhere and feeling a little adolescent in the wonder that engendered in him. And yet, he was not nearly so impulsive as he'd once been--and he'd never been all that forward with the ladies.
But he had to do something, now that they'd danced awkwardly around this for the past several hours. His token resistance was just that, but he didn't want her to get the idea that he was holding back. He didn't think she'd like that, somehow. There had to be a sign that he was in this, too. As odd and unlike himself as he felt.
So after a moment, he shifted to wrap one arm around her shoulders, tucking her closer, willing himself to relax.