No. The issue was nothing at all physical. Far from it. It was more in favour of the wounds that still wept through Lucien's soul. He'd noticed it on their very first date. Every other time after too. His insecurities were like a venom that poisoned him into place. There had been times where Lucien had gotten carried away during a conversation, talking so passionately that his stutter had vanished and his eyes had lit up like the night sky on the fourth of July, only for it to be doused as he coached himself back into silence upon realising.

It was the apologies over minor things, like clumsiness, which...