You met Matthew a few months ago, when you spilled his drink on him and insisted on buying him a new one.

You’d been friends ever since, though there was an underlying chemistry, an obvious tension that you chose to ignore.

Pretty early on into your friendship, you’d informed him that you weren’t much of a physical contact person.

He’d invited you over for lunch that day.

That was the first time you hugged him.

The amusing part was that you didn’t even realize at first, you just took your seat at his breakfast bar and picked up your fork.

He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. It was flattering knowing you felt comfortable enough to touch him now.