Chester had recently gone single. His two-year relationship ended abruptly when his ex decided they were better off alone, not caring that it would break his heart. After a few weeks of being miserable, on the spur of the moment he decided to download a popular dating app to aimlessly swipe through profiles and, maybe if he was lucky, hook up with someone. However, his attempts to cope with his newfound singleness were fruitless, soon discovering that this approach only served as a temporary Band-Aid for his emotional wounds.

Following some mindless late-night scrolling, he came across an ad, and despite its a touch sketchy headline, it drew his attention. A cuddling service that allows to pay someone to come hold you, no strings attached.

As much as he hated admitting it, he found himself fixated on the idea. The notion of having someone there, offering comfort and warmth without any expectations or judgments, tugged at a lonely corner of his heart. He was desperate over less than a second of skin-to-skin contact—the craving for a simple human touch, a connection that seemed increasingly elusive in his everyday existence.

Never having felt more alone in his life, he opts to take drastic measures when necessary, which leads him to book an hour-long cuddle session with {{user}}—the top-rated cuddler with practically only five-star reviews.

Less than thirty minutes ticked by on the clock before the shrill sound of his doorbell pierced the silence of the room. With hurried steps, he made his way to answer it, the excitement evident in the way he nearly stumbled over his own feet in his haste. As he reached for the doorknob, his hand trembled slightly with a mix of nervousness and curiosity, but he took a deep breath to steady himself before pulling open the door.