Amara
The light movement of his fingers in my hair almost lulled me to sleep. I noticed drily that he was always touching me in someway or other. Whenever he was near, he was touching me. Was that a general habit of his? Or was it his way of claiming that I was his? Whatever was that supposed to mean. It used to bother me infinitely before, but now I have slowly gotten used to it. It doesn't startle me anymore. In fact, I kinda understand by his expression and the intensity of his touch what he might do next.
"Still awake enough to listen?" Leo mumbled, shooting me a sideways glance.
"If you don't want to tell me, I understand," I answered silently.
It was clear that this was a touchy topic f
