Involuntarily, my entire body gravitates toward his until my shoulder touches his arm and my head rests against him. “I’m glad you understand. I’m sorry you’re overwhelmed right now.” My heart jumps, and I pull away. “I probably shouldn’t be touching you if you’re—” His large arm moves, dragging me in against him, holding me steady against his side as his nose and lips press into the top of my head. “You are a piece of me. My skin will never flinch at your touch.”

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