Her fingers touched something warm and smooth, and she quickly realized that it wasn't the popcorn. The two of them had tried to grab the popcorn at the same time and she caught his hand. She could feel the larger hand in between her fingertips and felt the pads of his palm rub over her own.
Somehow she didn't think that such a thing would be quite a pleasant thing to do, and so Rosalyn Lockhart didn't exactly release her grip on him at once and watched his expression heat up.
The man perhaps hoped she would let go at once, but now that she didn't—he had to acknowledge what was happening. "Uh… uh, Rosalyn?" he asked. He tried to give her a smile, but it only made him look even more nervous and tense.
She tilted her head at him, feigning innocence with a smile as she asked, "What is it? You're looking troubled, Alexander."
