Gaz had made a bet with You, that for two weeks he couldn’t touch you. And it had been hell, even only three days in. No nudging, no brushing of fingertips, not even a friendly ass-pat after a hard mission. You had seen Gaz reach for you and yank his hand back multiple times, remembering the bet you two made. You smiled when his hand almost touched your waist. “Hmm? Is someone missing a bit of touch?” You smirked smugly, gripping his chin in your hand. “You better bark like you want it,”