Touch or not?
"Bo, Boss."
"Mm."
"Your, your hand, what's wrong with it? It's been, it's been, stopped there, stopped there."
There, meant behind her in mid-air.
"Isn't it, isn't it, a hand cramp?"
She clicked her tongue, pulling her hand back: "No cramp!"
Just as she said this, a car whizzed by in front of them, and he decisively wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her protectively into his embrace.
So, she, who usually reacted very quickly, didn't expect him to be even quicker. As he pulled her, her head crashed into his chest, and she didn't have time to think. Her nose was instantly filled with the fresh soapy scent of his shirt, and she was dazed: Did men's scents smell this good?
When she reached out to grab his shirt to steady herself, her fingertips caught one of his shirt buttons, touching skin through the gap. This made her fingertips tremble slightly, and she quickly withdrew her hand. This caused her to lose her balance even more, leaning against him.
