She made a small sound when he made contact with her cheek, something about the way he ran his hand up her arm filled her with memory and expectation. But this was impossible. It was impossible!

...but she could feel his hand, warm against her cheek, and she leaned against it. She didn't quite dare to believe it was happening, and she craved more at the same time.

"This doesn't make any sense," her gloved thumb caressed along his cheekbone, her hand other hand coming up to trace the other side of his face, attempt to 'see' him.