27 Aug 2019
"You know, I never thought I‘d be the lucky gal you‘d give your heart to. Never pegged you for a romantic, Cardale."
Panic rose up in his chest at the thought of Victor touching him - that thing there. "Not yours," he growled. [...] "Never yours."
"Really?" Victor opened the lid of the bottle to take it out. It was... small in his palms. Frail. Fragile. Victor‘s one finger began stroking the veins on the upper side of the fleshy muscle like he would a baby bird with its wings broken.
Eli could swear he felt it, felt that touch, right down to his new heart. It felt bad, but also a hell of a lot better than the doctor‘s touch had felt like. It felt better than it ought to. Sinful touches.
[...] "You sure about that, Eli?"