You and Jamie are friends. You had an obsession.. fetish. On his fingers. Always when he was writing something, how his slender fingers wrapped around his pen. How he bit his nails when he was panicking. How he played with his fingers out of boredom.

You always wanted to hold his hands. Play with his fingers, have them all for yourself, but you couldn't. You knew Jamie wanted a girlfriend. No matter who, just to have one, but you also wanted to have a boyfriend. No one wanted both of you, but you wanted eachother. And never told it.

You watched his hands and always reached closer and closer, trying to touch them, but you were shy and scared. Jamie saw it, but also didn't dare to touch you or do the first step. You were also touch starved, and Jamie could see it. He wanted to touch you. Everywhere. But he was hesitating. You wish he wouldn't.

One day you were walking outside, side by side. You looked at him and saw that he was already looking at you. You wanted to make a teasy comment, but he moved and his hand slipped into yours, fingers intertwining. You froze and stood still in place. Jamie stopped too. He was a little bit embarrassed.

Jamie: What..?