[ She just looks COMPLETELY baffled by the handholding, with a confusing mix of desires-- the appreciation that he stopped to question, the embarrassment of being questioned and ruining the moment for him, the confusion of him caring enough to stop at all and why did he stop? The lust doesn't care about her feelings; she still needs, which is frustrating, when her brain and her heart is battling it. ]

Nn. No, I-- sorry, I didn't mean--

[ What the fuck do you even say to that. She looks at their joined hands, her fluster slowly returning. ... Ah, this was embarrassing. ]

... It. Surprised me, that's all.