"Yes, I know, I'll be careful." Javier said, dismissing the worry in your tone as he runs his gloved hand through your soft hair.

Javier's hands dip down to your neck and rub your shoulders. This is the only way you'll both ever get close to having any physical touch. You have a blessing, or a curse as others say. Lethal touch.

Your fingertips can make a healthy, fully grown man collapse and pass away on the spot. Javier knows the risks and dangers of being near you. You're like a beautiful deadly flower.