A touch
When she finally gave in to looking at him, she realised he had been staring at her already. Perhaps only for a few seconds, since nobody had noticed what was so obvious to her. He knew, right there, what he'd provoked in her. At first, he got slightly scared, surprised maybe, at her reaction, like an unexpected firework coming from a distant celebration. But then, he smirked, he felt powerful to make her react like that, he wanted to witness every single change in her body, he wanted to know what exactly was going on in her mind, so he asked:
- Are you alright?
She lowered her head towards her drink and took a brief sip. She nodded quickly before she could swallow and then looked at the group they were part of, pretending to be really invested in whatever new theme the conversation had taken on.
But he kept his hand on her back for a short moment longer, readjusting his fingers to match the shape of her body, making sure every fingertip was feeling her. He could swear she was shuddering under his hand and so he begrudgingly took his hand off her and slowly put it in his pocket, close enough to feel his own temperature having gone up and hoping no one else would focus on where his sudden desire was now trying to break free.
