Sunday Snippet

Sunday Snippet

She crosses the room and places a comforting hand on his shoulder. That touch seems to unleash something in Lucas.

He stands abruptly, gathering her into his arms. Lucas buries his face in the curve of her neck. Her arms return his embrace and he exhales roughly sending a delicious shiver through Ash’s frame.

As physical as Lucas is, he’s never been very comfortable with more tender touches. He never had a mom to kiss it better when he scraped his knee. Or a dad put a hand on his shoulder while reading a bed time story. He doesn’t cuddle the women he dates or hold hands walking down the street. His physical outlets tend to be more punishing than cathartic – boxing, tattoos, quick sex.

But damn. This feels nice.

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