“Why?” I choke out.
He switches his gaze to the plate in front of him. And just like that, his walls are back up.
He slayed a man for trying to hurt me, but he still won’t let me glimpse into his life. Even after nearly a year, he barely touches me. Kissing my fingers. Holding my hand. On a few rare occasions, he’s touched my face. That’s all I’ve gotten. It’s not enough.
Not anymore.
I need to feel his skin on mine. I want to know the taste of his lips. The weight of his body as it presses against me. I want everything, but I’m afraid that if I bang too hard on the barrier he has set between us, I might lose him. For good.
Kai
I follow Nera with my eyes as she scurries around the kitchen, putting away the leftovers and loading dirty dishes for a wash. She probably thinks that inviti
