As soon as she moaned out loud he jerked his hand away as if he had burned himself on the lens.<br/><br/>“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He released her wrist and as he did she could feel a longing for more of his touch on it, to succumb to the bliss that came from his touch.<br/><br/>“I’m Michael… you… you are lens carrier.” The statement sounded stupid as what ever it was, it was fairly obvious what she was if it was something commonly known among them.<br/>