Every time her hand would brush against him or her leg would unintentionally bump against his, he instantly felt an involuntary push to return the contact in any way. Recently, while standing up from the dinner table, her thigh was, in one instant, against his shoulder. Not only did it make him scrape his knife against his plate, but it also made him want to grab her waist and pull her back down. Or when he was hanging the laundry last week to dry and she was helping him and her fingers swept against his, he wanted to fully grab her hand and see what she would do.
He had been feeling this more and more often. Currently, the two of them were cleaning the bathroom together, for the chores were put onto him and he dutifully agreed to them, but she still insisted on helping him. A few times thus far, she had touched him in some way without knowing and had sent a thrill through him that made him twitch to grab her. She had the towel in her hand and began wiping the mirror as he continued scrubbing a particularly stubborn mess in the shower. Looking down at her cloth, she noticed its dirtiness and walked joyfully over, leaning right over and on top of him to turn the faucet on and clean it.
At this very moment, he realized that everything she had done was intentional.
In one, quick movement, he ignored every urge he had, every undying thrill that went shooting through his veins, and scrambled away from underneath her, hearing her body tumble onto the floor. He sped out of the bathroom at full speed and never washed with her again.