At first, he couldn’t even sit still on the couch next to me. He’d thump the pillow and grumble excessively about not being able to get comfortable. And that was with me sitting on the other end of the couch. After a while, he started to inch closer, though. Then, he’d touched my leg. Hold my hand. Soon enough, he’d have his arm around me, drawing me close, arranging me possessively so that my head rested on his chest.
