He had liked it. He had like it a lot. That much he could admit to himself.

But that doesn't mean he's going to admit it to her, especially when he was sure she was going to make fun of him for it. He stares at her for a minute more, finding his eyes drifting down to her mouth before he abruptly turns his head to stare at a spot on the wall.

What an interesting, totally blank spot it was too.

This would probably have been more convincing if he didn't still have his fingers tangled in her hair.