We reached the café to drop off a few boxes.
The lights were dim.
The space was quiet.
Too private.
I bent over to set a box down—
and he reached out instinctively, placing a hand on my back.
"Careful."
I straightened.
He realized how close we were and quickly pulled his hand back—
but the warmth stayed on my skin.
"I didn't mean—"
"I didn't mind," I whispered.
He froze again.
That was becoming his habit around me.