A Touch of Starvation

I suffered from severe touch starvation.

Whenever my breasts became engorged with milk, I couldn't release a single drop without my husband's soothing touch.

I wrapped my arms tightly around my own body, trapped in an agonizing craving.

"Trevor, I'm in the company breakroom. Please come help me."

I never expected the man pushing the door open to be my executive director.

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The touch starvation hit me with brutal intensity.

I hid in the company breakroom with a breast pump, but nothing w