[It was easier to say to stop being tense than it was to actually do so. And for whatever reason she had lingering in her head, she found the same familiar heat rising to her cheeks that seemed to come about more often under Connor's watchful eye.

Tipping her chin up, she lowered his bow and slipped a hand over where her heart was and she coaxed a few deeper breaths as she closed her eyes.]

I think it's amusing that you, of all people, are telling me to relax. You hardly strike me as the sort to 'relax,' Connor.