He was so close to you as your back was pressed against his torso. His breath was almost syncing with yours. The proximity was too close yet, It all felt harmless and comfortable. His hand on top of yours, guiding them into shaping the wet clay as it spun on the potter's wheel.

"Good girl... You're doing an excellent job." Aidan praised.

You could feel his hot breath against your neck, it's warm and comforting as it grazes your skin.