“Yeah,” she said softly. “Yeah, I’m okay now.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was enough. Distractedly, she kept petting his back, until her fingers caught in the edge of his shirt and brushed his skin, and then she did jerk back. “Sorry.”
Sighing with relief, Isaac had just begun to relax further, before he felt fingertips graze across his skin, and he stiffened. “That’s…it’s okay. You didn’t mean it.”
Embarrassed, she pulled away entirely, and covered it by reaching for their glasses. She carried them into the kitchen to refill and hoped he didn’t notice her blush.