His hand rose to sweep an unruly lock of hair behind her ear. When he glanced down to her lips, she leapt from her seat without a care for the consequences. Before she was even fully standing, Ben had shot up beside her, reaching one hand on the railing above them, and the other clamped around her elbow, and they swayed together as the boxcar wobbled again. It raised ire in her to know that if he hadn’t stood up to steady her, she would have toppled over again.
