Galen cleared his throat softly. He glanced down at the hand on his chest. The squeeze caused a shiver to go through his body. It had been a rather long time since anyone had touched him that way that was not about to die from blood loss.
The nervous chuckle returned as Dee went on to explain. Galen shook his head slightly, “I wasn’t… no. I mean, I always look…” His weak words merely faded out as Dee gave another squeeze. Galen glanced down Dee’s body again. He couldn’t help it since Dee was talking about it. He cursed himself internally the second his gaze betrayed them.
Closing his eyes so that he wouldn’t get himself in anymore trouble, he took a calming breath. Bringing his hand away from Dee’s shoulder, he placed it on the boy’s wrist instead. He opened his eyes, firmly meeting the other’s gaze, “Dee. You are a very clever, confident boy. But, I do not get involved in those types of relationships, man or woman.” His tone of voice was soft and kind, not wanting to hurt the boy’s feelings. Yet it was true, Galen didn’t partake in close relationships. It was extremely difficult for him due to his line of work. Many years of surgeries and cutting bodies open had weakened any sort of desire he once had.