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He looked bewildered, sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched her. “Upset? Why would I be upset?”
She nodded slowly, as if making a note of this. "Okay. And this?" She reached up, putting her hands on his shoulders.
His wings were glowing, and he was about a foot off the ground, but when he saw her, his whole face fell. He set down the books gently before...
She beamed up at him before pulling away. "So... what about this, then?" She reached out and placed her hand on his side, cupping the left side...
It didn't take long. He came in about 10 minutes later, holding an armful of books. He seemed very excited, holding them to his chest. "I got...
"I can do that," she said agreeably. "But it seems like it's more a problem with type of touch. Right? Like..." She moved forward and gave him a...
He nodded, looking a little relieved. "Okay. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
She approached him, tipping her head back to look at him. "Okay. Now, you tell me what's not good, okay?"
"Calliope, wait," he protested, his hand on the door. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. It won't happen again, I promise."
She huffed a little, stopping and crossing her arms. "Okay. Okay. Hold your arms out like a T."
He also looked panicked, watching her leave. "Calliope..."
She frowned, looking up at him in confusion. "But... your chest. You don't like people touching your chest."
His eyes didn't leave hers, his expression upset. There was a silence before he leaned in and gave her a shockingly soft kiss, his nose brushing...
She looked up at him before nodding. "Hugs are okay," she repeated to herself. "Hugs are okay. No sleeping on him, but hugs are okay."
He reached up, cupping her jaw with one hand gently. "It... stings more than anything," he murmured, watching her. "It stings to know that we...
"Chest isn't good," she murmured under her breath, thinking for a moment. "Okay. So, I gotta remember that... Chest, chest, chest."
His whole face fell and he watched her, his brow furrowing. "So... it just all came down to timing?"
She shrugged a little, looking up. “You know. What am I allowed to do for touch? What do you like? I mean... I touched your hair last night. Was...
His face fell and he turned to her, his brow furrowed. They were standing in front of her room. “Really?”
She seemed intrigued again, taking his hand. “What else do you like?”
