“I’m fine…” Easton spoke calmly as he was now made conscious by the compress I set over his bloodied brow, now dry from my attempts to nurse him as he set his hand to my wrist to stop me. I was severely aggravated how such an innocuous touch could mean so many things between us, but I loathed the fact that I wasn’t allowed to accept or even understand my most recent breakup without wanting that touch to remain. He always had this effect-an effect noticed by everyone apparently...and one I fought with every fiber of my being since my return. But even now, with his fingers kind to my skin, I didn’t want to give into it. Not because I was scared or because I still saw a potential reconciliation with Dillion-but because the ache of his words still existed deeply in my heart in place of love or
