He gaped a wordless protest, his blood rushing through his veins, breathing hard.
Anje traced something else over his skin. He jumped, jerked away from it reflexively. Thin, light, the object fluttered over his body. He squirmed away, it was damned ticklish being poked at with it. Anje made a soft sound in her throat, almost like a purr and for a moment Ollie was so entirely enchanted that he forgot what he was supposed to be doing, forgot to concentrate and think. Blindly he turned his face toward her as if he could see through the blindfold, wishing he knew what she was thinking.
So easy to read, his little mouse.