"Xiviyah, I'm sorry. I was just teasing," R'lissea said, grabbing my hand, eyes filled with worry. "There's no need to cry."
I touched my cheek, and was surprised when my hand came away wet. I let it fall limply to my lap, not bothering when another tear seeped after the first.
"I don't know," I whispered, sniffling softly. "I…I don't think I can give him what he wants."
"Who, Luke? What do you think that is?" she asked gently.
"I can't even…kiss him. I just can't do it."
Her eyes widened, and I blushed, ducking my head. Even saying that had twisted my stomach in a knot.
"Is that a bad thing? Has he even asked for that?"
I looked up, eyes wide. "What? But I…I…"
She smiled tenderly, caressing my hand with her thumb. "I don't understand much of you, only what you've shared. But from the sounds of it, isn't it good that you feel safe with him without doing any of those things?"
