Ravyn looked down at me, some of the strain gone from his features. He slid his hand away from mine atop the latch, his warm, calloused thumb snagging over my knuckles. It was meant as a gesture of comfort—a quiet acknowledgment of my fear. And it was. But that did not explain why we both looked away immediately afterward.
Oh because he LIKES YOU 😅🥹 and you don’t know it yet but you like him
