He touched me.

He touched me, not really in a sexual way, but a loving way. I was in bed trying to fall asleep. He came upstairs after taking a shower and forgetting about doing anything for my birthday. He got into bed and just starting holding my hand for a moment. Then he turned over and started rubbing my tushie. ( I am so-o-o Peg Bundy) Then he started rubbing my back too. It was nice. Of course I wanted sex and I had told him so, but he wasn't in the mood. But it felt nice to have his hands on me. To feel his touch. To feel a certain amount of love.