Office Crush, Or the Intimacy of Sharing a Computer Mouse In This Touchless Age

His hand is warm. I know this because I have felt the warmth of it through the mouse. He leans behind me to reach the printer, teasing me because I was startled. And he always says, “Can I borrow this for two seconds?” But I don’t mind if it’s more. When he gives me the computer back, and I click on the next patient’s chart, and I can tell where his fingers were, it might be the closest we’ll ever come to real touch.