She scrambles away from me as though the bats of hell are after her, leaping to her feet and staring at me accusingly, breaking the moment.
I'm not surprised and I'm not hurt by her reaction. I knew that Skye would take time to come around, that it would be a long road to our union. I'm surprised that we've made it this far so quickly. It's been just under two months since her arrival in Sanctuary and we've made more progress than I thought possible.
"Where are my pants?" she says, almost to herself as she searches for them on the floor.
I reach for them and hand them over. She snatches them from me and hisses, "Don't touch me."
I don't say anything. I'll give her time to calm down and sort this new development out in her head. She'll have to come around to my way of thinking, but I'm
