She should let go, should take her hand away from his cheek, but she can't.

For Ibani, romantic love and sexual desire are both flowers that have only ever bloomed a handful of times in her life. Always together and always with friends she's had for years. The feelings have never been mutual, so she never said anything to them, what would have been the point?

But Ben is hard to read, always has been. And, well, she needs to know if he's even a FRIEND anymore.

"You're a hard man to read, Ben," she says quietly. "You could hate me, and I'm not sure you'd ever let it show."