She was touch starved. All she wanted to do was hold someone’s hand, kiss their cheek, play with their hair. But she had no one to satisfy her. She would stay up late at night thinking about sleeping on someone’s chest, kissing them on the forehead before falling asleep. During class she would fantasize about someone pulling her into a kiss that would light up her life. Little did she know, there was a boy across the class that was thinking the same thing.

He would dream about tucking a a strand of loose hair behind a girls ear, carrying her to the car on his back while she was asleep, have someone press their face into his shoulder as they hugged. All he wanted was to love someone while touching. He was touch starved.

Then the boy dropped his pencil. The girl bent over to pick it up for him at the same time he went to grab it. They both grabbed the pencil, his pointer finger touching her thumb.

“Hi” she said sheepishly

“Hi” he whispered.

They lingered for a moment too long. As she pulled her hand from the pencil, they still looked at each other, eyes locking until they both sat up. But he was stealing glances and she was still blushing.

Both had gotten what they wanted, and there was more to come.

Touch.