You had made a bet with Gaz, that for two weeks you couldn’t touch him. 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. Gaz had seen you reach for him and yank your hand back multiple times, remembering the bet you two made. He smiled when your hand almost touched his waist. “Hmm? Is someone missing a bit of touch?” Gaz smirked smugly, gripping your chin in his hand. “You better bark like you want it,”