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Affectionate physical touch, without expecting anything in return, does everyone a world of good.
This is the most physical contact I’ve had in months, and every time his fingertips brush my chest through my t-shirt, it makes me shiver. It’s not quite as good as a hug from a loving parent or something, but maybe picking fights with strangers is as close as I can get.
“I’ve got you now, buddy. You’re stuck with me,” he murmurs in my ear. Something in my chest cracks open so my guts and my heart and everything else can spill out onto the floor. “Okay.”
Every inch of me is screaming that whatever I do in my life, I cannot let him go. Like as soon as I do, all the broken pieces of him will fly apart.
But then something completely unprecedented happened. Ford, the most terrifying-looking man I’ve ever met, came skulking out of the corner to loom over my father and growl at him. He actually, honest-to-God growled. It is still the only noise I’ve heard him make.
My need to keep him safe has always been deep-seated, but now it threatens to overwhelm me.
Hold me. Promise you’ll never leave me. Be my family and let me be yours. I can only breathe because you’re still here.
He’s so fucking good, down to his bones. I could live a thousand lives and I would never deserve someone as good and vibrant and alive as he is.
