“Good to know,” she said, allowing her fingers to linger there at his chin. “Does my touching you, bother you?”
“Because I don’t really take you as a guy that likes to be touched.”
He grabbed her wrist and pulled it away, “I only allow people to touch me in certain situations…”
Catherine wanted to laugh as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, but she stopped herself. Instead, she just looked at him and raised her eyebrow curiously. “And those situations are?”
