*Rhys*

I winced at the pain as nails dug into my arm.

“Oh, shi… I mean, crap. I’m sorry,” Saoirse said from the seat beside me as she loosened her grip and moved her clenched hand back into her lap.

I should have been glad that she was no longer attempting to tear through my skin, but I found myself missing the warmth and tingles her touch generated. Before I could think about it or even attempt to stop myself, I reached over and placed my hand on top of ...