according to physics, nothing ever quite touches. when you lay your hand on something, there is a microscopic amount of space between the atoms of your hand and whatever you’re touching. so no, spock, technically i didn’t squeeze your butt during that diplomatic meeting
Jim, he was planetside for like 24 hours — get it together dude!!!
Or, the “sweetheart I missed you” passage, ft. Jim’s fixation on Spock’s slender fingers caressing things and presumably fantasizing about other things Spock’s slender fingers might caress.