He reaches out to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. His fingertips graze the rim of my ear, the middle one dipping in toward the canal. I jolt like I’ve been electrocuted. “Jesus!” Josh says. “What’s wrong with you?” “Don’t touch my ears, I fucking hate that,” I snarl. “I’ve told you that before.” “I was touching your hair,” Josh rolls his eyes. “Just stay away from them,” I snap.
