He didn’t touch her.

Not physically, anyway.

They lied there together, engrossed in one of those conversations that mean nothing, yet somehow determine everything. He let her hear his favorite songs. She read him a passage from her favorite novel. And then they fell asleep.

The next morning, she woke before him, but lied there for a while longer to listen to him breathe.

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