"Good.." He squeezed her hand and enjoyed lunch with her. A waiter brought out some margaritas and he tracked the drinks with his eyes. His grip on her hand tightened a little more and he forced himself to look down at his food.
He looked up at her and she recognized that look. It was the look he had when they were done screaming at each other and he needed to get out that aggression he was holding back.
She blushed a bit. He hadn't been this touch starved in a while. Least of all, after what just happened the previous night. She continued to touch his thigh and pet his leg, seeing how he would react