“It’s been getting better, hasn’t it?” Max interrupts my thoughts softly. I look up at him. “Are you worried about him trying to—” “Touch me?” Max nods. “Actually, no. I told him not to in the past and he was fine. And yeah, it has been getting better. I’ve been practicing.” Max nods again, probably thinking about all the times over the summer I practiced on him. I’ve never been so affectionate in my life, but the past couple months I’ve done my best to touch Max and Luke as often as possible, even if it was just a quick press of my fingers to an arm.
