His eyes were everywhere on her like he was memorizing, but his hands stayed casual and respectful. A brush of his fingers against her wrist or shoulder, or reaching to hold her hand. Just once his long fingers touched her knee for the barest of moments, and she thought her body would melt into the floor. He grinned when she reached for his hand, and when she pretended he had a piece of lint on his shoulder, or when she playfully swatted his arm.