Steele's POV
From the moment I laid my eyes on her, I wanted to tell her everything. Every minor thought of comparing her eyes to the deepest green of evergreen moss to the explanations her kind poached from ours for so long. But it was because of those differences that the only thing I could exercise was physicality.
The burn of her skin against mine whenever it brushed by chance was a minor blip to the moments in which proximity excelled against tension. I wasn’t familiar if there was even a name for the way my body came to life by her touch, or even more so when she was in mine, but I knew it was something she felt in unison as she seized each time we made contact. And even as I began to incorporate the literature she chose for the seven moons we’d spent in this shelter into small fr
