I think Atticus was getting irritated with me. I suspected that he lowkey regretted indulging me and keeping quiet when it came to my actions, now I was a little obsessed with those little actions.

I found myself obsessing over him, trying to touch him or get any body contact I could get, and it was getting a little bit too much for him.

At dinner, I brushed my fingers over his hands when he laid them on the table. When I walked past him at home, I tried to brush my shoulders against him and ...