Touch

He touched my leg today.

It’s obvious he doesn’t see me in a sexual light because he didn’t flinch or blush or apologise.

His friends were there and, as far as I saw, they made no reaction, although they may not have noticed.

Still, it’s precious to me.

I think he sees me not as one of the boys exactly, but something close to it.

He likes me, and for that I am grateful.

I like him, too.

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