No man wants his features defined as delicate, but his just were. With not a care, he smiled still easily and amicably. It had me wondering why nobody else was noticing this as he spoke, or had they been? Her eyes flicked to his lips as Auburn Ringlets tucked a stray behind her ear. Long Lashes was giggling rather overtly.

Listen, I have no qualms admitting that I simply enjoy a man’s touch. Firm. Resolute. Guiding. These qualities embody not only touch but determination. Love. Is it really so obscure an understanding? Regardless, this was why I hadn’t been indulging his punch line—this was much more urgent.

His eyes tumbled across mine pleading, and he made haste excusing himself from his company. Just out of earshot, but not quite sight, he didn’t miss a beat.

“Wandering eyes, Thomas?” He chided, grinning almost coyly as I ventured a quick glance to where he’d once stood. Aching for it but still unsure of myself, I hadn’t noticed my thumb already at his cheek, lips hovering as his tilted forward.