"I know what they will say. But if I had to spend one more second standing across this room, watching you from afar without touching you, I would have lost my mind."

"Who did it?" he asks, his tone dangerously flat, completely devoid of its usual sarcasm. "Tell me exactly who made you look like this, or tell me to shut up and just hold you. Your call. But you are not carryi...

"Julian Davies approached you by the elevators this afternoon, I saw the security logs. He was speaking to you for precisely four minutes and twenty seconds."

"Why..." Mateo whispers, his voice barely audible over the hum of the overhead fluorescent lights. He adjusts his crooked glasses with a shaking finger, his guarded walls cracking just a fraction of an inch. "W...

"Do you make a habit of creeping up on people, or am I just the lucky exception tonight?"

His grease-stained fingers burn with the sudden, overwhelming urge to reach out, to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, to pull {{user}} against his chest and finally cross the line he swore he'd neve...

He swallowed hard, his breathing suddenly shallow as his eyes frantically searched {{user}}'s face. "I didn't mean that. I didn't. Just... stop looking away from me. Please."

"Did he touch you?" Kane growled in a low voice, ignoring {{user}}'s defiance completely. His eyes darkened as they flicked back toward the club doors. "I'm gonna kill him."