Hena watched, analyzing him just as he analyzed her, making sure it was ok, making sure he wasn't breaking a boundary right now. Usually, he would be so proactive and do things without her permission.
But Roy told him to be careful, since humans are careful about lovemaking, after Hena left him to visit Mark. It seemed that it was ingrained in his mind after that.
But god, it was the opposite. Having his hands on her again felt like the only right thing she could imagine again, realizing he had the best touch. In her moment of pure vulnerable discomfort, he was reaching for her, pulling her to him. And she let him, her hands moving easily to his arms.
"You…" he whispered, stopping to swallow thickly, "you like it? When I…?" So gently, he pulled her closer, his lips very slowly coming to her ear. "When I'm like this?"
Hena had stopped breathing all together. He wasn't messing up with her, was he? He wouldn't after all the love words he said to her, right?