Your hand falls from his as you snatch it away, cradling it against your chest as if he would rip it from your body.

“Darling, I’m sorry, I should have told you.” He speaks in a soft, gentle voice that you’d never heard from him before.

Even so, you shake your head as tears begin to cascade down your cheeks. He just told you about his gift, how he can see into every corner of your mind with just a touch of the skin.

Every fear. Insecurity. Fantasy. He knew them, all without telling you.