I'm just finishing up with some dishes, still standing by the kitchen sink, and Stephen comes into the room looking svelte in his gym duds. He sidles up to me, little smile on his face, comes around behind, and gives me a hug from the back. One hand drapes over my shoulder, almost, but not quite, to my chest.
As he pulls away, he says, "I didn't cop a feel."
Then he reconsiders.
He says, "But I copped a feel in my heart."
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