It was hours later before I finally settled down. Kisten and I were curled up on the couch, the TV playing soft music to cover the sounds of my hiccuping sobs as my crying slowly faded. I clung to Kisten, my face hidden against his chest- and I didn't feel bad for a second that I'd ruined what was probably an extremely expensive shirt.
"Feeling better?" Kisten asked softly, stroking my hair back from my face with a gentle expression.
It made me feel guilty again. It was my fault, but he kept comforting me, kept smiling at me like I deserved it- deserved him."Yeah… I think I'm okay now," I said, my voice barely audible.
His fingers trailed down my jaw, and I automatically leaned into his touch. It made him freeze up, and a light laugh filled the air between us."Sorry if I surprised you," I murmured."I just…"
"Don't worry about it," Kisten said immediately, the words almost slurring together as he rushed them out."I'm happy… I'm glad that my touch doesn't scare you anymore."