He'd almost reached for her. Almost. Barely two hours had passed since she'd made her rule. She would not be the one to touch first. She would make him cross that line, or they would stay in this holding pattern forever. There were so many things she wanted from him but, right now, all she really wanted was for him to realize he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She wouldn't be Rick. She wouldn't give up on her poor little broken angel.
Her hand hovered inches from his cheek, but she didn't close the distance. Leaning towards him as she was, the distance between them was miniscule, and yet still there. She felt like there was a physical barrier, only an inch thick in places, that separated them. She ignore his questions.
"Don't you want to touch me, Clarence?" she asked quietly.