He says that his hands are cold,
oblivious to the physical effect
on his companion; the
mind-rush chest-flush
goose-bumpy heart-thumpy
thrill resulting in a shudder.

His eyes meet hers fractionally
longer than they did before
as he relaxes into familiarity
and she feels her pupils swell,
burst and blossom, wide eyes
averted, lest they give her away.

His mouth shapes ordinary words,
his lips part gently and then touch.
She speaks of something ugly, a
diversion as he places his hand on
his stomach and his dark hair
waves at her, laughing.