Oh, oh my. The feel of his lips on the back of her hand almost made her shiver. Almost. She managed to suppress it before it even had a chance to dance along her spine. Have mercy, she thought with a silent sigh, the kind one makes in their inner monologue. She couldn't help but feel the flutter of butterflies in her belly. "Frederic," she murmured his name almost weakly, the name rolling off her tongue just so... She was quite aware of the attraction between them, it was so thick that one could cut it with a knife. She did not know if he felt the same tension as she, the frustration of loneliness mingled with such attraction was bound to cause trouble one day, she thought warily. She very much craved the friendship that seemed to have instantly budded between them.