Elena POV
“What are you doing?” He growled while holding on so tightly to my wrist, that I was sure it would leave a mark.
“Your hair!” I yelped, “I-I I was just trying to push it back in place.”
He stared silently at me for a long moment before releasing my hand and letting it plop back into my lap.
I let out a soft sigh of relief as he moved away to clean up the water that had splashed all over the floor.
I reclined back into my chair and watched him for a bit while slowly massaging my wrist, “what? I can’t touch you now?”
“You can,” he said simply, not even lifting his head to look at me.
My eyes widened, “then why— “
He looked up at me from where he was crouched on the ground, raising an eyebrow, “you can touch me, but, are you ready to handle the consequences?”
“Consequences
