I try and eat the sandwiches slowly, but they're mostly gone by the time she returns and starts wiping me down. Her touch, even through the cloth, feels good. It's calming for the most part but every once in a while her skin brushes against mine and it sends a surge through me. I'm not very used to contact like that.

"You don't have to do that," I say, but since it's after I finished the food and she's got most of my back and arms it's a pretty empty comment.

"But thank you."