“It’ll take time, but—here.” He closed his cool fingers over hers, and the heat in her face had nothing to do with shame anymore. She felt his breath against her neck as he leaned over her to reposition her fingers in the correct grip. Her heart tumbled in her chest; he quietly spoke to her on methods to balance the brush, but all that she could focus on was the sensation of his touch. He no longer wore the black gloves he’d had on for most of their journey.
