“Why can't you touch me? Why?” I breathe the last word, a panting sound that is now my chorus. Remember those red flags, Fawn? He has a wife. He's twice your age. He's dangerous... God, I could write an extensive list, and yet, I don't give a shit. "Because of your wife?" He chuckles, the rumble deep and delicious, and God, I love that sound more than any other. "No, Fawn. Aurora doesn't care who I touch. We don't have a physical relationship."
