History at the Library Chapter 62

For Vivian, who’d never had an ounce of muscle in her life, flesh was supposed to be soft. On the other hand, Aidan couldn’t have been more stone-like. The feeling of his body was very unfamiliar. She had often thought this whenever they held hands or she rested hers in the crook of his arm, but he was firm to the point she started to question if it was truly flesh.

(T/N: Then is he made of steel like Iron Man?) (E/N: Hulk? >.