“You all right, man?” I ask him as he drops into the seat next to me and grabs my beer out of my hand to take a swig. I sigh but don’t fight him. It’s just how he is. Secretly, I love it. That possessive side of me likes that he reaches for me when he needs or wants something. There’s an easy intimacy that I don’t have with anyone else, and after being alone last year, I crave him being near me.
