She blushed, confused about how he was able to keep such a calm expression. His eyes were tight and cold. Any sign of softness was long gone, now taken over by an evident hunger. She reached over, taking the book from his hand and gasped quietly when their fingers met again. It felt the exact same way it did the first time. He flinched, taking another step, her tongue left her mouth, wetting her lips, and he watched eyebrows furrowed together.