Oliver releases my hand and lifts his own to the side of my face. I remain still, breathless and speechless, my eyes following his hand as it connects with my cheek, his index finger extending and drawing an invisible line along my bruise. His touch makes me shiver, mostly because I didn’t expect it, but also for reasons I can’t quite explain. Goose bumps tickle both arms, sheathing me in a flurry of new sensations and an unexpected feeling of…contentment. Fulfillment. Belonging. Home.
