Touch Him

Slowly, never really stopping to think about what you are doing, your left hand finds its way to Wesker's cheek. You can feel the softened ridges and wrinkles of his skin under your hand as your fingers slowly trace the outlines of the scars, finally coming to a stop on his slightly parted lips.

Even now you can tell that this is already not like the other times, something inside of you had shifted. You felt your heart ache just looking at the man before you, felt an irresistible urge to pull him to you. A want to strong as to be nearly painful had sprouted in your chest.

For his part Wesker seemed dumbstruck by your tiny act, he seemed unable to respond or take action. So you took the action yourself.