DaniBM

He just wouldn’t stop touching her. The first week of being back, she hadn’t noticed – she’d been all over him too. But for him, it had just continued - and gotten worse. Placing his hands on her shoulders, holding her elbow, touching her back, brushing fingers with her when their hands weren’t even nearly in the same vicinity, crowding her as they walked and bumping into her too often for someone as spatially aware as he was…. It seemed there wasn’t a moment of their new life together where some part of him wasn’t in contact with some part of her. It was getting excessive.   Once, as they