The way she’s staring up at me so worried is fucking adorable. She lets go of my jacket and brushes her fingers over my clenched fist. Her hand is warm and delicate, and immediately, I open my hand and slide hers inside. Fuck the “no touching” rule. That went out the window the moment I saw her busted lip. “All right, David Attenborough,” I grumble, biting back a smirk. “Lead the way, then.”
