He lifted his hand, took the hand wash, squeezed some on her hand, and then suddenly stretched out both hands, enveloping her pair of 'little hands'... and then gently rubbed and frothed the soap...
Feeling the warmth and touch of his hands, Michelle Campbell was startled for a moment, her face involuntarily flushed.
She raised her eyes and stared at Samuel Noah Jackson in the mirror.
He stood behind her, extending both hands to hold her hands, seriously lowering his head and helping her wash her hands...
Looking at his focused expression, her heart couldn't help but stir... the feeling of being moved was about to erupt...
...
A moment later, Samuel Noah Jackson turned on the faucet, rinsing the foam from her hands.
"All done!" He took a tissue and helped her dry her hands, looking at her clean little hands, his black eyes finally revealed a satisfied look!
"Hmm…" Michelle Campbell nodded, "Let's go back, they're waiting for us..."