“S’kay, I got it”, he said, insisting to take care of her. Even if it was a minor injury he wanted to…do something for her. To stop feeling guilty for past things and actions. He held the pack but felt her hand over his own. He had to admit he’d missed that soft skin of hers.
Not a good idea.
But a lock of her hair was on the way of her eyes, and Clint wanted to simply put it away, take a look at her eyes directly, so he used his free hand and softly directed that soft black lock of hair behind her ear.
How could she protest that?
“Cool.” Wow, Jess, suave, you really know how to charm a guy. “I mean, sure, thanks.” Her fingers brush the back of his hand. Still the same warm, broad hands. If she turned it over, the pads of his fingers would still be calloused from drawing back that bow.
Focus, Jess, and not on his hands.
“Where’s–”
So much for focusing. She closes her eyes and takes a breath, inhaling making her nose sting slightly, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t ignore.
“Lucky’s chewing on my shoe.”