[She knew even before she saw his reaction that she'd said all the wrong things but he'd caught her, well no, not by surprise. Surprise would mean she hadn't felt it, hadn't felt the emotions surge through her at his touch. She'd expected it in a way but she also, hadn't quite been ready for it.]

Don't -

[Without thinking her hand reached out to capture his, as if losing his touch could be the only thing worse than the mess she'd just made.]

Don't call it a mistake.

[Something about that hitting her in unexpected ways.]

I - I don't know you. [Yet saying those words made her squeeze his hand.] But, I do... and I get this feeling like, like you know me better than I even know myself and that's... big...