She hasn't answered, not verbally, but he takes her hands and places them on his chest. He covers them with his own and she feels his heartbeat, his muscles under his shirt. His legs keep her clasped to him, tucked firmly between his thighs, and when she makes no motions to remove her hands from his body he puts his own back in her hair. She finds she loves the feeling of them there, the vindication that her hair can be sexy.