The smile on his lips when he sees my grip on the packet is a relief.

Zero touches my lower back and I run into the room as if he burnt me, which he might as well have, fucker.

That's three times in one day.

Three times he has touched me. He doesn't know that I don't like to be touched and I'm not sure why I haven't said anything the first time.

I don't say anything about it now either and neither does Storm.

I sit on the end of the bed and rummage through my ...