“Kiss me."
I cleared my throat softly even though a doctor had come in and so everyone had turned to him. "Your family is here."
"Don't care, can't feel anything unless you're touching me."
That comment again, from before. "When you're better, you'll tell me what that means."
"Tell you now." He took a breath. "Other people touch me, it's like nothing. When you do it, it's like electric current on my skin, and it goes right to my heart and other places."
"Nice."
"You asked." He smiled wickedly; the sarcasm had not been lost on him.”
~~~ Mary Calmes, Steamroller
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