“He gets dizzy when he sees the blood of the people he cares about.”
I swallow hard against the strange knot of emotions forming in my throat and hold my breath.
“You care about me,” I whisper. It’s not a question, and I don’t expect him to answer.
But he does.
The first thing I notice is his hand on the back of my thigh. It's just a slight touch, yet I feel it spreading across every inch of my skin. We continue staring at each other, and a breath breaks the silence.
"More than I’m willing to admit," he mutters.
The feeling of suffocation intensifies, and I sense something… Is it possible? No, it can’t be. "There’s nothing."
His other hand holds mine, and after removing the gauze, he brings his face closer, closing his eyes as he softly rubs his cheek against my palm. His short bear
