He’d hooked the stump of his missing arm between the bedframe and the mattress and was gently, ever so gently, brushing her hair with his claws. Her breath caught in her lungs. She had no idea why he was touching her, only that it made everything in her stop. All the anxiety. All the fear. All the self hatred melted out with the tension in her body as she sank into his touch. His expression was almost serene as she turned, his gaze on the long locks of her blonde hair.
Awwwww 🥰😍
