Dahlia's heart sank into her stomach when he had requested to not be touched by her; something she had wished to do for the past few weeks. The hurt flashed in her eyes, causing tears to prick her eyes but she blinked them back.
She saw the hardness in his eyes and it broke her heart to see how tough he had become. Death had dealt him a big blow he was trying so hard to hide.
Her fingers itched to reach out to him and hold him in her arms as some sort of way to tell him that she knew how he felt and that she'd always be there for him, but she was going to respect his decision.
She wanted to tell him how much she missed him and his teases and touches and smell and voice and that his absence had made her realize how much he meant to her and how much she wanted to be in his life, but she held herself back.
She needed to speak with Jett first before she opened up to him and that she was going to do.
