[If the change in his own breathing is any indication, he noticed; it shifts when hers goes shallower, and she can almost certainly feel the way it's picked up. His back rises and falls under her hands in the new rhythm, and the flush across his cheeks grows wider, out to tinge his ears.]

[He shifts again against the sofa - bites down on his lip, and risks cracking open an eye to peer up at her face.]