Alaric
"Are you alright?" Nico asked softly as he stepped closer behind me.
Before I could even answer him properly, his hand settled gently against my back, and the warmth of his touch immediately seeped through the thin fabric of my shirt.
My entire body stiffened almost instantly beneath his palm while heat rushed violently into my face so fast it felt humiliating.
God, why did he always touch me like that? There was never anything casual or careless about the way Nico touched me. Every brush of his fingers felt deliberate, steady, and far too aware, like he already understood exactly what his touch did to my body and enjoyed watching me fall apart because of it.
Nico touched me with the kind of confidence that made it feel like he already knew exactly what his hands did to me every single time.
And unfortunately, my mind betrayed me immediately afterward.
