She looked as though she’d launch herself at the ceiling and stick there if he moved anywhere near her without her permission. She’d had that same reaction over the last four days that he’d shown up in her studio. Channing’s expression ranged from embarrassment anytime he touched her to fearful the moment he made her aware of his presence in the room. It had alarmed Sully so badly that he’d asked Rhona if Channing had a history of abuse. His sister had simply laughed in his face and said, “Channing?! The woman who spends her free time studying historical methods of torture? Oh, yeah sure. Some asshole was just bold enough to risk having his whole body turned into an extra from Bill Nye the Science Guy.” He’d felt a little silly after for even asking. Channing didn’t seem afraid of him per se; more so afraid of being alone with him. Sully tried not to feel too offended by that. But it was getting hard. He enjoyed being in her space, enjoyed touching her, enjoyed those very brief moments that she brushed up against him while dancing because it made his dick harder than a rock and reminded him of the reason he was male.
