Tentatively she take his hand.   Almost as if she is memorized.   As he leads her back up the stairs in a slow deliberate pace.   She nod to him, that she was ok.   Even through she was not ok.  Her heart is racing,  her mind is churning through thoughts at a mile a minute.<br/><br/>As Michael continues speaking to her.  Promising to be gentle.   That he was not as big as Lita said.   This would cause her to look up at his eyes.   Blinking in puzzlement at what he meant.  Then suddenly realizing what he meant, and again finding herself blushing.<br/><br/>She then nod again to him.  In that awe struck demeanor.