I'd never realized how often
I'd realize how hard it is to not touch someone knowing--okay, assuming--that they want to touch you too.
At dinner today we sit next to each other, and he keeps nudging me with his elbow and bumping my arm with his. I know it's done on purpose because, yeah, we're sitting pretty close, but not that close because I don't want other people to catch. But, eventually, we scoot close enough together where I can reach up and kiss his face if I'd wanted to and, at that time, I really did wanted to, but thank God for self-control.
He and Mlle. Nguyen've made up yesterday. I'm happy for them, but I'm not as happy as I should be.
I'd realize how hard it is to not touch someone knowing--okay, assuming--that they want to touch you too.
At dinner today we sit next to each other, and he keeps nudging me with his elbow and bumping my arm with his. I know it's done on purpose because, yeah, we're sitting pretty close, but not that close because I don't want other people to catch. But, eventually, we scoot close enough together where I can reach up and kiss his face if I'd wanted to and, at that time, I really did wanted to, but thank God for self-control.
He and Mlle. Nguyen've made up yesterday. I'm happy for them, but I'm not as happy as I should be.
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