“I need you to touch me.""Touch me, dammit.""Yeah," he groaned. "That's it. Make it right again."~Creed”
“Cloud walking. I like that. And yeah, that's exactly how you make me feel. Like my feet will never touch the ground.”
“Please touch me. I need you to touch me.”
“We're in this together, right?" he whispers. "You and me? You want to be here, yeah?" There's guilt in his questions. "Yes," I reply. "I chose this." Day pulls me close enough for our noses to touch. "I love you.”
“Anxiously, he touched the lump on his head again, then felt his injured leg, groaning. "The whole affair is a mystery to me," he said. "Who would want to steal anything from me?" "Perhaps a thief...?" ventured Julius.”
“That's your problem, Jesse. You want to fix things by distracting me with your touch instead of talking to me and giving me some answers. I can't let that happen again.”