She held up her wrist for him to see. Though the table wasn't very large, he leaned forward from his seat to get a better look. When his hand reached for her wrist, her first instinct was to push him away. The feel of his fingertips on her bare skin forced goosebumps to the surface. She was embarrassed, desperately hoping he didn't notice the effect he seemed to have on her traitorous skin. That was a complication that neither one of them needed to have. Whatever their friendship, their relationship was, it was complicated enough already. Involuntary biological responses needed to be ignored whenever possible.