Ragna's hand reached out again, this time with clear intent. When I didn't pull away, he brushed his knuckles lightly against my cheek. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, and I found myself leaning into it despite my reservations.
I should have pulled away, looked away and not let those golden orbs pull me in the way that they did.
Instead I held my breath, I enjoyed his touch and goddess…a part of me wanted more than just a light touch against my cheek.
"You're tired," he observed, his thumb tracing the shadow beneath my eye. "The bond takes energy to form. You should rest,"
The tenderness in his gesture caught me off guard. How long had it been since someone had touched me with such care? I couldn't remember. With Kane, every touch had eventually become a transaction, a perform
