"If I agree to two dances," Cal said, "will you quit doing that?"

Notice, though, that he didn't bother even trying to move his hand away. In fact, he felt it turning toward her, as if giving her access to more than just his fingers, to his palm as well, if she wanted, watching every small movement of her lips. This was, admittedly, something entirely different for Cal, even in just the sort of devotion that she was giving to him, his hand, just to...

"If I'd known you'd be like this," he added quietly, "I'd have just stayed in your room..."