Oh, i liked this one!!
"I stopped pacing, with my hands on my face. My scarred hands. I imagined caressing the rough lichen on his chin, gently kissing the thorns that pierced his cheekbones. What
would his hands feel like against my back? Under that coat, where was fur and where was bark? It was too much—too much.
As a coward, I fled."
Beast/Beast by Tess Gratton