He reaches out and grabs a strand of my midnight hair. He starts twirling it around one of his fingers. “You’ve been hurt by all the men in your life. I don’t want to be another one. I need you to tell me what’s okay. I don’t know where to touch you or where to kiss you. I don’t know what’s too hard or too soft, with my extra strength. I don’t want to hurt you,” he repeats.
ERYX SOFT BOY AT HEARTTTT
