Whispers

 
 

First Touch

He'd never meant to touch her. Girl on a pedestal, burn you if you dare come hither, everybody warned him no. He didn't mean to, hadn't tried, but that didn't mean a thing.

She drew back, flinching like he'd hurt her. Those green eyes went wide and glittering and what had started out as a friendly conversation between the new team member (him) and his new training partner (her) ended abruptly with an abandoned mug of coffee, still steaming where she dropped it, a chip of its porcelain bottom broken on the floor, and a migraine roaring in his skull.
 


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