Nyota tried not to feel bereft when Jim took away both the blue of his eyes and the strange heat his fingers sent through her. The way he had touched her and looked at her made it almost seem as if... but that's impossible. There's no way he could...
But even if he didn't, she couldn't deny that even though he was no longer touching her, she still felt tingly and warm, in places that didn't normally react this way to simple touches. She tried to keep the horror off her face as the meaning of these reactions slowly started to sink in. It was completely and utterly inappropriate to feel this way, and she desperately tried to will away daydreams of what it would be like to keep touching him.
It was a relief that his face was turned into the pillow, but it still took her a moment to realize that he'd actually responded to her question. “I'm looking forward to it,” she managed. “I... I need a glass of water.” She stood up and tried to keep herself from running away from the bed, vowing that he would never know that she reacted this way to him. This was why there was supposed to be a limit to how much men and women who weren't married touched each other, but it felt so natural to do this with Jim, especially after the dancing and the foot massage. She forced herself to take deep breaths and refilled her water glass, finally remembering that she probably ought to offer to get him some as well. "Do you want some water?" she asked, hoping that her voice sounded normal.
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But even if he didn't, she couldn't deny that even though he was no longer touching her, she still felt tingly and warm, in places that didn't normally react this way to simple touches. She tried to keep the horror off her face as the meaning of these reactions slowly started to sink in. It was completely and utterly inappropriate to feel this way, and she desperately tried to will away daydreams of what it would be like to keep touching him.
It was a relief that his face was turned into the pillow, but it still took her a moment to realize that he'd actually responded to her question. “I'm looking forward to it,” she managed. “I... I need a glass of water.” She stood up and tried to keep herself from running away from the bed, vowing that he would never know that she reacted this way to him. This was why there was supposed to be a limit to how much men and women who weren't married touched each other, but it felt so natural to do this with Jim, especially after the dancing and the foot massage. She forced herself to take deep breaths and refilled her water glass, finally remembering that she probably ought to offer to get him some as well. "Do you want some water?" she asked, hoping that her voice sounded normal.