[ his hand trails a little further and her eyes slide open to look at it, cheeks warming and heart fumbling. being aware of his movements is something that's been a trend today and this is no different; he may not realize it himself, but it doesn't matter. she does. it feels a little dangerous. ]

Striking eyes, [ after a moment seemingly for thought, lifting hers to his, ] and tall. A charming smile and pleasant voice. I have to like the way they say my name.

[ since she'd like them to call out to her, but that's rather sad to say. trying not to think of ways to get his hand to move more right now but it's kind of. it's sorta. he better not do it again, is the feeling, and also the opposite is true. ]

Rougher hands are nice too. But I think I've made that pretty obvious.