DISCOMFORT was far from what Stella was feeling at that moment. She was rather feeling pity, wondering what had happened to him for him to have so many scars all over his upper body. She wasn't sure when she'd reached out her hand, but only when her fingers met with his warm skin did she realize she was touching him. His body heat burned so hot against her finger tips and her palms, and she ached to touch him further.
His pheromones were oozing all over the place, and she wondered if it was because of her touch. She'd never smelt his pheromones before, and just as expected, it was really strong but yet comforting, similar to his scent. It was funny how she found his pheromones comforting when she shouldn't. He wasn't her mate, which made no sense at all.