Touch
Inspired by this artwork, created by @lucidlucy
He doesn’t know how to touch other people. No one ever taught him.
His gloved fingers dig deep into her back as he pulls her closer, holding on to her like a man on the verge of drowning. His teeth graze her collarbone as he burrows his nose in the crook of her neck. She can already feel the bruises forming on her skin – bruises that will undoubtedly make him treat her like she’s made of glass in the morning, his touch feather-light, his eyes full of fear and regret. Too rough, or too soft. Too passionate, or too cautious. No in between.
He doesn’t know how to touch other people, but luckily, neither does she. He can touch her however he likes, as long as he doesn’t stop.




