[requested by that one mewing person. I HOPE U KNOW I GIGGLED,, TY FOR THE REQUEST HELPP]

You wouldn't necessarily call yourself touch starved. No, definitely not! You most certainly didn't crave the touch or affection from anyone. Absolutely not! Never! You were fine and most DEFINITELY didn't constantly fight with the urge to just ask for a hug from people you knew. No, you were fine!

..maybe you were a bit of a liar. Either way, when you got together with your coworker, you were a bit intimidated by the idea of physical affection. Despite craving physical intimacy, it scared you at the same time. Mostly due to how long it'd been since you'd experienced it. So far, things had been fine...nothing had gone beyond small kisses on the cheek and occasional brushing of hands. I can deal with this, you think, laying on your side in bed now with your boyfriend behind you.

Coworker rolled over suddenly, making you jump as he slung an arm over your side and hugged you to his body. He muttered something softly to you, and you could feel his grin against your shoulder, but you couldn't exactly make out what he said against the panic and emotion suddenly making your head swim. He hugged you tightly, and despite yourself, god did it feel great. The pressure, the comfort of just being pressed against him. Fuck. This was stupid, you were near tears all at a single hug. You let out a sharp breath, gritting your teeth. Coworker paused, quietly peering over your shoulder at your face. "Hun..?" He tried hesitantly, sounding confused and a bit concerned. You stiffen further at the nickname, unsure whether to feel sick or comforted by the affection.

What the hell was wrong with you??