“But then he touched you,” Fallan continues, bringing his lips close to my neck, hovering over the same sensitive spot Xavier had explored earlier. “Like he knew you. Like he knew my Little Dove,” Fallan continues, not once letting his lips land on the skin. “The memory of him touching you drives me fucking insane,” Fallan whispers, biting his lip as he pulls away from my neck, clenching his jaw out of frustration. “He gets to touch you, to feel you. To be something to you. And all I can do is watch all of it while I have to pretend to hate you,”
