He frowned, looking more nervous than she would have ever seen him. "Just..." he said suddenly, as if it was being forced out of his throat before he sighed, looking embarrassed. "Just on my shoulders, if you can... your hands, I mean. Just on my shoulders."
He tensed uncertainly, his purple eyes lifting to meet hers, his brow furrowing. "On your waist, right?"
His fingers, long and thin, rested on her side lightly, as if he were afraid of her, a notion that was only accentuated by his trembling. "Is that okay?"
She nodded, brushing a strand of loose hair back self-consciously. "You look nice today too, by the way. I never said it back when you told me."
