Scarletta sighed sweetly when he pressed his fingers to her artery. While the stethoscope brought her arousal by and by, there was always a comforting feeling mixed in with the want everytime he would check her heartbeat with his fingers instead. There was a tenderness in that, which couldn't be found as easily with the stethoscope, no matter how very much she liked it.
She stood in his arms, breathing easily and gently, soothed and happy against him. She felt eyes on them as people passed by, going into the lecture building, but she didn't care. She was happy with her Daddy's arms around her and his finger against her pulse, feeling every thump in her chest through that little point. She knew that it was only for a minute, but it felt like a wonderful eternity to her.