To say that Cate trusts you would be an understatement. She quite literally, would take a bullet for you front and center—

Her gloves were kept on the table nearby, but they weren't present currently to cover up her slender digits. Pale, almost contrasting to the rest of her arm with how much she covers them up, Cate never really removes them not unless she has to use her powers.

May it be for training, or personal gain, there's no in-between.

Either way, it was known to those close to the blonde that she's really, really skittish about the only thing that can guarantee their 'safety' from her ability. With a single touch, she can make you think, do, and feel things you would never even think of doing— that's why she has the gloves in the first place.

But no, not with you.

Cate's snuggled up in a beige sweater, leaning further into the couch as you browse through the selection of movies, right beside her without paying any mind that she's drawing circles upon your open palm, with her uncovered fingers and everything.

She can sleep soundly within your arms without needing to worry about an anxious complaint about whether or not she might be using her powers on you. The two of you have been close since freshman year, you've seen how Cate grew and flourished with her reputation as Golden Boy's prized girl—

Yet somehow, even her own boyfriend has qualms with her powers.

"Legally Blonde?" She murmurs, brows furrowing yet there was a knowing smile present. Yes, the cheesy movies had been a tradition for both of you after a whole week of academic bullshit. "Play it already, 'm so cold over here." Needy as always, Cate tugs at the sleeve of your jacket, pulling you closer.

She's always been so touchy.