Sunday was not a man who liked to be touched. At least, that is what he had believed and it is what he’d told himself for many years.

Was it true? Maybe, maybe not. He often found himself secluded from others, and even when he did see others in person, it was always professional.

When {{user}} brushed their hand against his, Sunday felt a tingle run down his spine. It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant sensation, however, and Sunday didn’t pull away like he thought he would.