She grinned watching him clean his fingers. Whatever it was about this man that attracted her was growing stronger by the second. He wasn’t rushing her. Unlike the horny, immature boys she knew, he was taking his time, getting to know her, actually talking to her. It had been so long since someone had done that. So long in fact, that it raised a red flag for her. Kaige was on alert now, slightly, and she watched the man waiting. Sooner or later he would reveal something that would make her want to run. Most did, and certainly any man taking the time to take as much of an interest in her as this one was would surely be up to something.<br/><br/>Spectators didn’t bother her. Kaige always thought perhaps they could learn something from watching her. It was the next bit of conversation that grabbed her, squeezing her, making her feel suffocated and certainly afraid. The smile left her face in an instant when he mentioned tying her up. She stabbed the knife down in the down, grunting. “Hell. No. I don’t trust you. You’re right. I did just meet you, and I don’t have any reason to. You are not coming anywhere near me with rope. Not now. Not ever. I don’t want to tie you up. That’s stupid. Sex is about touch. It’s about feeling something, and damnit I wanna feel something other than the guy’s dick in my pussy when he’s fucking me. I want to feel his hands. Do you know why?” She stepped over closer to him, taking his hand and holding it flush against her own. “People send out feelings and emotions, but it’s this, this simple touch that is so strong. The soft part of your hand pressed against mine. There’s nothing between us. You use your fingers to feel the world around you. Everything has a different feel, and you get to experience it every single time you touch anything. We take it for granted so often that the touch we feel will be pleasing, soft, welcomed, but this,” she presses her hand harder against his as her other hand holds his wrist, “ is something we know is going to be….amazing, and I don’t wanna miss that. How can I feel that if you’re tied up? I don’t wanna tie you up. I wanna feel you. I want you to feel me. If you’re not down with that, then fuck you.” She steps back. “I mean….forget you.”<br/><br/>Kaige had revealed more about herself than she intended. Underneath the rough exterior she projected was the heart of someone who had felt all the wrong things and craved the better ones. She was starved. Her body wanted to feel. She shook her head looking at him. “I thought we could have had some fun, you and me, TC. I would have liked it. Nobody ever talks to me like you did. Not anymore. My father is always gone, and my step-father….well….I’m sure you get the idea. Sorry I bugged you. You can have Bugs there. I’m not hungry anymore.” She turned reaching for the arrow. Kaige didn’t want to leave, but there was a certain run instinct deep inside her. When things get tough, tougher than she was, she ran. “Do you trust me TC,” she paused asking him. “I wanna walk away from you so bad right now, but I….can’t. Why do you wanna tie me up? Why do you want me to tie you up? I gotta know.” Her voice was shaky. It scared her that she couldn’t walk away from him. There was a deep fear that if she did walk away from him, he wouldn’t want to talk to her anymore. He wouldn’t be there for her. Kaige didn’t want to lose the first friend she had made in a long time. She didn’t want to lose the man who was making her heart beat so fast and her palms sweaty. Nobody had that effect on her anymore.