Benedict was sure he felt the shuffling on the bench before her heard it but paid no heed until he felt the warmth of the girl pressing into him. Despite the quickening of his heart, he didn't mind, not even a little bit, shifting his body just slightly to allow her more comfort. He turned the page of his book and continued to read the next chapter but there was something else on his mind now, the growing sensation of closeness that he had thus far not shared with a girl. Something about sitting here with her just seemed proper.