Before he could think better of it, Mitch reached out and palmed Alex’s wrist, running his thumb over the tattoo. Alex froze. “Sorry.” Mitch snatched his hand back. Shit. If Alex was anything like Cody, he didn’t like to be touched except by people he considered his. For Cody, that amounted to his mom, Mitch, and Mitch’s dad. For Alex, the list, however long it was, most certainly did not include Mitch.
