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“Hugs.”

“I can do hugs.”

“Touch.”

“Yes.”

“Praise.”

“Yes, obviously I have no problem offering that to you, sweetheart.”

“Cuddling.”

His mouth moves. “You’re negotiating cuddling?”

“I like contractual clarity,” I say with a shrug.

“Of course you do.”

“Head scratches.”

Christopher blinks. I smile.

“You asked,” I remind him.

“Anything else?”

“Forehead kisses are my favorite...” I pause for a second. Will he think that’s too paternal?

“Yes, baby. I like forehead kisses, too.”

I swallow. “And…”

“What?”

“I want to feel like I can come to you.” I look down. “Not that you’d have to drop everything. I know you have a serious job. I don’t mean I need constant attention.”

“Amber, look at me.”

I look up.

“You can come to me. Anytime. All the time. Whenever you need me.”

My chest tightens. “Okay.”

“And if I can’t give you attention right then, I’ll tell you.”

“Okay.”

“I won’t disappear on you.” That one hits. I didn’t even realize I needed it said.

“You promise?” I ask.

“If we’re together, I communicate. I won’t ghost you. I promise.”

I nod.

“Good boy.”