"Thank you." Waverly bent her head forward, giving him more room and better access to maneuver and she also arched up onto the points of her toes to prolong the touch of his fingers along her back. It was something of a feline move, the silent quest for attention.

And then she stepped away once more. She wasn't being a tease so much as she was trying to find balance. Too much or too little too soon...what would he think of her? And should she even care?