His hand came up to cover her knee, smoothing over it and up her thigh, fingers tickling and sensitising. He tried to gently pry her knees apart, and she almost let him, but then she pressed them harder together. What was he going to do? Her eyes went to his mouth; those full lips, and was he going to...? Her breath rattled in her throat and she was terrified. No one had ever... No one had ever done that before. What if he didn’t...what if she wasn’t...she was flushed red and hot and embarrassed and she wanted him to, but she was so scared.