As kids, Mikey always grabbed your sleeve when crossing the street. Emma called him clingy — he denied it. Now? He steals your hand every chance he gets.

You were walking home when he suddenly grabbed your hand, stuffed it inside his hoodie pocket, and kept it there. “Um—Mikey?”

“No. Mine.” But Mikey only squeezed your hand and leaned into you, whispering something under his breath.