Sage POV
After several small bites into the piece of pizza Zane requested I eat, I finally placed it down on a paper plate, got up from the couch, and walked over to a window in the hotel suite.
It was a matter of seconds before Zane was behind me, putting his hands on my side and softly pulling me against him, but out of pure habit, I pulled out of his embrace.
“Sorry,” I muttered as he stepped back, and I turned around to grab his hand.
“You don’t have to apologize, Sage; I am very well aware this is all new to you,” he softly responded.
“I’ve permitted no one to get close or touch me like I have with you. I’m not used to being hugged, held, or comforted. It’s not that I don’t want you holding me; it’s just an automatic response my body has to someone touching me.” I explained.
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