Neil's breath rushed out of his lungs in a ragged sigh as her hand curled around his wrist, and he had to set his sandwich back down so he didn't drop it when everything in him went hot and liquid. Swallowing thickly, he couldn't stop his eyes from sliding shut for a moment, letting the warmth of her fingers sink into his skin.

When she spoke, he made himself open his eyes again--and it didn't help, because that fucking look on her face combined with those slim fingers locked around his wrist threatened to start shutting his brain off again, one glorious switch at a time.

"No." he croaked with a tiny shake of his head. "No, I don't."