With Jake, it’s never been about sexual touch. I know he doesn’t want that from me, and I don’t want it from him. He simply craves physical intimacy—platonic and romantic. With the others, he craves sex. He craves my touch when he’s tired, when he’s bored, when he needs the quiet only my closeness can bring. Ours is not the touch of lovers. It’s the touch of being loved. And for us it’s enough. Our partners happily provide for the rest. Our partners…
