We already did the first step that Garett suggested for my exposure therapy. And I think it’s working.
Somehow, I’m getting used to his subtle touches and the feel of our skin brushing against each other. Just like when we’re walking around the university.
He would walk so close beside me, making sure our fingertips were always brushing. Sometimes, he’d hold my hand when we crossed the street. I still flinched and got goosebumps, but it’s easier to handle now.
I took my phone out of my pocket and saw Garett was calling. I answered immediately.
“Hello. I’m already here in the lobby. Where are you?”
It had only been five minutes since he’d messaged to say practice had just ended. He was impossibly fast.
“I’m coming down,” I replied, grabbing my keys, card holder, phone, and a tissue b
