When he released her, she pulled her arms from around him a beat later, though her hands gently cupped his cheeks, staring into his eyes, her own cloudy with concern. “What’s going on?” she asked quietly, her forehead creasing. “Do you … do you want to go sit on the couch?”
He hesitated for a moment after she asked her first question, but the reply came immediately after the second. “Yeah,” he nodded, reaching up to pull her hands away. “We should sit.” He took a step back towards the doorway.
(Source: rymarshall)