Milla Will POV
My confusion deepened as his words echoed in my mind. When had I ever mentioned touching him? Or even laid a hand on him? It seemed pointless to even entertain such thoughts.
In reality, it was he who invaded my personal space, his touch brushing against me without a care for my consent.
"I merely suggest that you apply some first aid. What happened?" I inquired, my bewilderment obvious.
"I detest physical contact, especially from women," Austin reiterated.
My expression must have mirrored my increasing confusion. His message remained shrouded in enigma, leaving me utterly perplexed.
He existed beyond the realm of my comprehension.
So, he harboured a disdain for physical contact, primarily when initiated by a woman. Then, what did that make me? A man? Or was his aver
