Interrupted Finality

Maeve's POV

The brief, unwanted touch of a stranger's lips against the back of my hand at the crowded club had left my skin crawling with an uncomfortable layer of goosebumps. I scrubbed at the skin, trying to erase the phantom sensation. Even after giving up any hope on Gideon, the visceral reaction proved a devastating truth: I still couldn't stomach the intimate physical touch of any other men