She didn't understand it. She'd always been afraid of lightening, of the agony electricity could bring. She just couldn't help it. It was an involuntary reaction born of a painful childhood incident, and to this day she could not recall it without breaking out in a cold sweat. She hid during thunderstorms. She wouldn't even go outside when it was raining just in case.
And then one day he'd brushed her fingers with his, and an electric jolt had shot up her arm, shivered down her spine, and made a pool of liquid heat in her stomach. Galvanized by his touch, her gaze had jerked upwards to his face to see if he'd felt it, too.
He seemed blissfully unaware of her surprise and confusion or even of the electric current she'd felt leap from his fingers to hers, but she could definitely still feel the tingling of the shock in her fingers, in her toes, buzzing around in her head like a thought she just couldn't hold on to.
And she was doubly shocked to discover that the feeling wasn't unpleasant in the least.