Touch Starved (Why Choose? I'll Take Them All!, #7)

Sometimes what you’re missing isn’t obvious… until you feel it.

Thea has built a life defined by control.

At thirty-four, she moves through her days with precision—calendar blocks, efficient routines, a quiet apartment, and a relationship that ended not with drama, but with absence. Nothing is wrong. Nothing is urgent.

And yet… something is missing.

On impulse, she books a trip to Buenos Aires.

No plan. No structure. Just movement.

In the heat and rhythm of the city, she begins to notice things she’s been ignoring for months—the ease of strangers brushing past each other, the casual intimacy of a hand resting at the small of someone’s back, the quiet weight of touch that lingers longer than it should.

Then she hears about an underground gallery.

An experience described as “transgressive.”

She tells herself she’s only curious.

But curiosity has a way of leading somewhere else entirely.

Behind the doors of the gallery, guided by a woman who seems to see straight through her carefully constructed composure, Thea is offered something she didn’t realize she’d been

Not chaos. Not recklessness.

But attention. Presence. Contact.

What begins as a moment of curiosity becomes something deeper—an unraveling of control, a rediscovery of sensation, and a confrontation with a truth she’s been

That being untouched isn’t the same as being safe.

And sometimes, what breaks you open… is exactly what puts you back together.