[ He's never going to admit it, but he's quietly impressed at how, even now, she manages to keep some decorum or dignity about her, even as her feet dangle just a few inches over the cold water.
And he realizes it's probably inappropriate, or wrong, or something, to hold a woman like this--almost an embrace, still too close to an embrace for him to allow in his world.
Still, he allows himself a smirk, something like victory, as he steps back, swinging her back to safety, releasing her, almost to quickly, from his arms. ]
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And he realizes it's probably inappropriate, or wrong, or something, to hold a woman like this--almost an embrace, still too close to an embrace for him to allow in his world.
Still, he allows himself a smirk, something like victory, as he steps back, swinging her back to safety, releasing her, almost to quickly, from his arms. ]
That's what I thought.