Later, I nudge his foot with mine below the table, bringing his gaze back to mine. Usually, I leave pretty much right away after dinner; staying only long enough to help him clean up, not wanting to overstay my welcome. But we have an off day tomorrow, and there is an ease between us tonight, like we might finally be on the same page, or at least close. I think of all the times he’s voluntarily touched me tonight, or let me touch him, each one a miniature victory. I wonder if I can get away with a couple more.
