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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