Teagan had no idea what to make of John. When he touched her, even with his hand just to the back of her head, she felt like it was something else. Something that she just didn't comprehend right now. She wasn't sure what was going on or why or how. She closed her eyes, still pressing her face to his shoulder, and bit him on the shoulder as an answer to his soothing words. Why was he whispering such things? This didn't mean anything to him and they both knew it. The thought just broke in, beyond everything else, and honestly it made her sad. She wanted it to. She wanted it to mean as much to John as it did to her, but it didn't and it never would.
Her hand continued to stroke him, growing a bit more frantic in pace as she felt herself feeling like she was unraveling by his touch. Did he feel the same? She doubted it. Even with his growl of appreciation, she didn't think he felt the same at all.