Grabbing his shirt in both my hands, I jerk him toward me until we’re face to face. He’s up on his toes to make him equal in height to me. For a second, his arms flail as he tries to keep his balance. I prepare to flinch when his hands touch my chest, but they don’t. He’s watching me watch him. Jeremy grabs onto my wrists. This is the second time today he’s purposefully avoided touching my body. What does that mean?
