Stress
Is it stress that brought the lovers together?
The rattle of nerves, translated into gentle touches?
They pretend not to notice what's really going on, but his hand won't leave her knee, and her fingers his wrist.
A couple of breathless seconds tick by.
"Accidentally" comforting each other.
But there's no need to worry, no need to fret.
Because
it's
all
just
stress...
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