High-pitched screams came from children chasing each other as they weaved between blankets. I watched Ky lift a little curly-haired girl wearing a skirt and twirl her in a circle, and my resolve to change our relationship dissipated. “Aren’t you the popular guy? Looks like you know everyone here.” I tried to keep my tone light, to hide a slight feeling of jealousy.
Ky placed the helmet on the blanket and sat to the right of the chair. “Perks of the job. Turns out sticking thermometers in people’s mouths and needles in their arms serves as a great way to increase likeability.”
The soft skin of his arm rubbed against mine, and I smiled. “I guess I should have trained to be a doctor instead of a physical therapist. People call us physical torturists, and I don’t even jam sharp objects in th
