That snaps me out of my silence. “What?”
He doesn’t look much happier about it. “I ‘d rather get the awkward jerks and panicked noises out of the way when it’s just the two of us, instead of having to explain why my girlfriend flinches every time I touch her.”
“I don’t flinch.”
He reaches for my face.
I swerve out of the way.
An eyebrow arches as he put his hand down. “Case in point.”
I shrug. “You caught me by surprise is all.” But the awkward stillness that follows makes it obvious I don’t want him to try again.
He’s irritated, but hides it well. Only the smallest tightening of a facial muscle, and the slightest narrowing of his eyes betray him. To his credit, his voice is soft when he speaks to me like he’s talking to a scared child or a wounded puppy. “So tell me, what’s the one
