Dean towered over me.I had to raise my head at an angle just to look at him. "It looked like you were struggling so I thought I should help you," he handed the book to me and placed his hands into the pockets of his pants. I bit my bottom lip and smiled to display my gratitude. "Thanks, you didn't have to.""I know," he gulped and presented a small smile."I'm Ren," I extended my arm forward as an invitation for him to shake my hand."Dean," his hands were as cold as a tiled floor in winter but for some reason, it didn't bother me. I seemed to be pulled into a gradual trance each time our hands shook together slowly. This union of touch between us felt like it was the first step of something big that whatever our touch-activated was just the start of an a
Read more