Morana quickly shook her head, and was about to give an unsteady answer, before feeling a new sensation, and her eyes widened the size of dinner plates on seeing, and feeling, the males hand on her forehead.
Well, that wasn't what she expected.
He was touching her. Voluntarily. And he was...concerned? Maybe he had a death wish? She really hoped not, Mitch was far too kind to deserve to die.
Her instincts were telling her to move away, run, anything! After all she didn't want to hurt him, make things worse, but her body wouldn't move. She was completely frozen in place by the shock.
"...why?" she finally managed to force the whisper from her throat, feeling her eyes begin to well up with unshed tears. She didn't know why, she didn't know anything. Why Mitch wasn't scared...and why...she was so happy about it?