Forbidden (Hamiltown Heat #4)

by Tia Louise

Have you ever lost someone, Professor Winston?” His lips part, and he doesn’t answer immediately. He seems to be choosing his words. “My mother died when I was very young.” “Oh, I’m so sorry.” Without thinking I place my hand on top of his. He pauses, and I quickly take my hand away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” “It’s okay. I’m not offended.” But he stands, gesturing as if it’s time for me to go. I close the laptop and slide it into my bag, speaking slowly. “I forget sometimes. In my country we’re more open to touch. I miss it… the feeling of connection.” “Touch therapy is an emerging area of clinical research.” He’s waiting as I gather my things, still remaining aloof. Standing slowly, I attempt to slide the strap of my bag onto my shoulder. It slips, and he catches it quickly, lifting it onto my shoulder for me. His touch is warm, and I lift my chin, wanting him to show me any confirmation he feels this energy simmering between us. “I miss my father’s hugs.” My voice is quiet as I speak from my heart. “I scroll on my phone, chat with friends, get advice, but what I miss most is that one simple thing I’ll never have again.” As I say the words, I ache at how true they are. His eyes hold mine. Clean citrus touches my nose, and he’s not pushing me away or throwing up walls now. He’s looking into my soul. “Honestly, I miss my mother’s hugs.” His voice is gentle, as if something shifted. “You must be lonely… like me.” The words hang in the air, and we’re so close. ...