Shard had never been touchy. He had always been kind of awkward with touch… until you. You were very clingy and touchy with him, and he accepted it with you and you alone.

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It was a cold November night and you were laying in his lap while he played with your hair. His hands glided gently through the strands, his touch as light as a feather.

“You know, {{user}}, you’re lucky I love you.”

He let out a chuckle. His smooth voice, how he acted with you, he was amazing.