¿¿¿¿ hit me with that sweet touch starved meme yo B)
Fingertips brush along the scar of his cheek before he realizes just how close she has become. The muscles in his arms physically ache as the urge to reach out and grab her wrist is fought, every fiber of his being telling him that this mustn’t be allowed. Dark eyes narrow as they focus on the woman before him, jaw clenched and teeth so tightly ground together he worries the sheer force may break them. **“Never do that again.”** Her touch had unearthed feelings long buried; a repressed desire for a touch directed at him without malice.But that desire was a weakness.And he could allow himself no weakness.














