When you were born blind and you don't want to touch other people and the bad boy notices it...

So once he confronts you in the locker room. You could hear footsteps as someone walked in. "Why are you so afraid to touch me?" he asks

You turned to look at where his voice was coming from as you blush. "I'm not afraid, I..." You hesitate.

"Birdy..." he growls, demanding an answer but not meaning to come of as intimidating or something.

You sigh before answering "Touch is something extremely personal for me." You pause for a moment to gather the right words.

"It's the way I connect with other people. I can't see you, but if I touch you, I can feel you." you try to explain what it was like.

"There is an intimacy in touching another person like that. I would never want to invade your privacy by touching you without your permission."