Jules
Finally, he spoke again, quieter this time.
“When you touched my hair…”
His voice cracked on the ‘touched,’ just barely, but I heard it. “…I panicked.”
I blinked, thrown completely and confused because I didn't get what that meant. “Panicked?”
He nodded once, still staring at the floor.
“Yes, Jules. I panicked because I liked it.” he admitted, and my breath caught.
He continued before I could even form a thought. “And I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t…” His chest rose sharply, like he couldn’t get enough air. “I can’t… like things like that. Not with you.”
My entire body went still and the room felt too quiet, small, and too dangerous. “Why?” I asked, barely audible. My voice seemed to have run away from me at this point.
He turned his head just slightly, his profile sharp in t
