I’m not used to casual touches. My mom is the only one who has touched me for a long time. Now there is this boy, who doesn’t even think before doing it. It’s kind of refreshing, to be honest. I like the mindlessness of it. It proves something I have always believed, every touch between two people of the opposite s*x doesn’t have to be s****l. And since I’m thinking about s*x, I guess I’m invalidating my own point. Yeah, okay. I like his arm around my shoulder a little bit, but that doesn’t mean anything.
I shrug his hand off my shoulder before setting foot in the class, because I don’t want others to talk. I head to Saahil, who gives me a wide-eyed look.
“You were right. He is not such a bad guy.” I settle at the desk after he scoots over for me.
“Damn man! He’s good. Does that mean yo
