Why couldn't he just get mad at me? I was just pissed and didn't even want to look at his face.
“What do you want for breakfast? You have to take something before the doctor comes to check on you,” he said, his palm caressing my neck.
Feeling his fingers on my skin caused my heart to begin racing. I waited patiently for him to take it off, but he didn't seem to have it on his mind. He placed the same palm on my shoulder, patting me softly there.
“Jade?!”
“I'm not hungry!” I snapped, clenching my fingers into a fist and trying not to breathe out loud. “Can you just….take your hands off?” I asked gently, and he really did so. Then did I exhale deeply, not out of cringiness, but the fact that my heart kept fluttering at his touch.
He left me the other time, so I shouldn't develop any st
