There's something in the way he holds her, something in the way he looks at her, calling out something deeper than what Bobby ever did. The feelings are so close then, like all she has to do is touch and she'll be touching him, his heart, his soul.

And it isn't about touch, this heat beneath her fingertips. It's about him and what lies beneath, the words, the whispers, the thoughts gliding into something more. Not about the scars, but about the pain. Not about the skin, about the trust.

And the feel of him is, barely, just enough.