Outside, fresh air hit me. I breathed it in, counting the seconds before he reached for me again. Cos I knew he would. Touch was Nash’s superpower. I made it to my hog before he caught up with me, throwing a leg over, using the damn thing as a shield to stop me doing something stupid. Like hauling him in for a kiss. Dragging him back upstairs so we could— “You don’t have to protect me too.”
