Her Touch

ble to f

like he's ready to murder someone. His normally laid-back expression

feel the chill run across my skin. "Get the fuck out of h

nd takes off running. The scarred man stands there for a moment before he finally turns

ght be the biggest man I've ever seen, and that's saying a lot having grown up around Marines. The scar on his face looks angry and red, making me think it's new. His dark brow

in his left leg as he walks closer to me. I take another small

ebrows rise in questi

t the first question I should be asking, but

ts his head to the side, a small smile pulling at his lips. Some

home from school. I always go in the rear door, and we'd walked around to the backyard. It

ther why this stranger

y backyard? Don't get me w

e turns and walks over to the back door and unlocks it. The alarm sounds, and he walks in

completely for

been honorably discharged due to injury and needed a place to stay for a while. But

he asks, stepping out

a complete idiot. I'm outside getting mauled by some guy, whom he then punches,

re you'

don't need this stranger my dad is he

more but he doesn't. I walk into the kitchen, dropping my backpack on the floor and sitting at the breakfast

talked to him a

at happened?" I twist my hand

black shirt is stretched tight against his chest, the word Marines in red on the front. He's wearing jeans that are

s off the door and walks to the

worry, and I'm not suppo

enior. Dad would probably lose it, but I was just trying to make friends. I thought it would

old w

ght

d my cheeks warm again. "Just tell me you'll stay away from him.

seeing that maybe we ca

The stern look he's giving me reminds me so mu

om any other boys. After that experience, there is not one fe