A Bond of Two Souls

The warmth that bloomed in her chest made her want to weep. She had to hold back tears at the simple touch even as his thumb rubbed her knuckles with such care and reverence. The revelation of just how touch-starved she is had hit her like a 40-pounder to the chest. Sudden, heavy, and completely, utterly painful.

Her fingers tightened a bit around his hand as a deep, irrational unadulterated fear overtook her at the thought of him disappearing. A quiet wince escaped as soon as it happened before loosening her grip. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to –”

“It’s quite alright.” Came the soft reply as his grip became just as tight as hers if not a little tighter. A long heavy sigh escaped him as his eyes reflected an immense age beyond his physical appearance. “Sorry to keep you waiting, sváss.”

She gaped at him before blinking as she blushed registering the endearment. “Sorry to keep you waiting too.”