~HAZEL~

I can see the hesitation in his eyes, those eyes filled with storm that always seem to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken words.

He doesn't want me to make this sacrifice for him. At least that's what he believes—that this is some dignified burden I'm shouldering out of the kindness of my heart.

He has no idea. He doesn't realize that I want this. That I've wanted this for longer than I care to admit. Touching him doesn't drain me. It fills me, soothes me. My body has ...