His right hand that held her body up, touching the bare skin of her back. His fingers making light feathery circles on her flesh. Her body tensed, "Why are you always saving me?" Accusatory etched in her words.

"Why do you always need saving Love?"

She got down from him, he exclaimed, "I make you nervous."

She bent her head down, trying to camouflage her expression, the truth was he did make her nervous. But so did a lot of people. She was not used to being touched by so ...