She misses the wandering of her gaze, too caught on mapping out her wrists and the bones of her hand with slow, swirling motions, fingertips and lips travelling carefully.

Rani's fingers tracing her cheek are too tempting. She leans into the contact, tilting her head to it as a flower reaching for sunlight, and then— hesitates. Tentatively catches Rani's fingertip with her teeth, and then flickers her gaze up to her, as she kisses the tips of her fingers. Almost takes them into her mouth, but catches herself— halting, a guilty tension rising up her shoulders and her neck.