It had been a week since I moved into Alec’s house, and I’d lost count of how many times we almost touched.
Almost.
It was a game now—one neither of us acknowledged out loud, but it played in every shared glance, every graze of fingertips when we passed things across the counter. He’d stand a little too close when I was doing the dishes. I’d bend just a little slower when I picked up Lily’s toys. We were careful. But not careful enough.
This morning, Alec was being… twitchy. Distracted. And unfortunately for him, I was in the mood to test limits.
“Want me to pick up groceries?” I asked casually, spooning oatmeal into Lily’s bowl. “You’re almost out of… bananas.”
I said it like it was a sin.
Alec glanced up from his laptop. “I’ll order them.”
“Don’t like me shopping for your phallic
