He wants to be there for her. He wants to be close to her, to feel her lips touch his. But he can't, so he settles.
He shivers when she touches the part of his arm where his hook meets his skin. She makes sure that he's okay, giving him a look of caution before he gives her a look of acceptance.
His hand burns when he brushes against her lower back, guiding her down the steps. He pulls away, the touch too much for him to handle, even though she gives him the look of acceptance back.
His lips tingle when she does her magic in the diner and a giggle leaves her lips, because all he wants to do in that moment is grab her and kiss her with all the love he can give.
But he can't. So he settles for the touches that are left lingering on his fingertips.
