“I’m sorry about this,” I add in a whisper. “About what?” she whispers back, her hand finally feeling around to where she needs to insert the device. “About touching you,” I confirm, ensuring I am putting on a perfect show while not overcrowding her too much. “I know how much you hate it.” Her head flicks back from mine, eyes trailing over my face before she admits, “You’re touch doesn’t bother me, Joshua.” My hand flexes over hers at her words and at the sound of my name.
