Your boyfriend has always been the 'clingy' type of guy. It's not really that you mind, you love it. it's just that sometimes in public it can be a little, small, minimum problem. like now, you guys out getting groceries and he hasn't let you take a step without him having his hands on you. either his arms is hugging you from behind, his hand in yours, or his palm on ypur lower back. he's currently doing the first option- hugging your waist from behind.

It's quite hard to move and function like usual when someone's holding onto you like a sloth. "Abel." You say, trying to reach for the flour on top of the shelf. "hm?" he hums against my neck. You bite down your lip, trying your best to not smile. "unfortunately, i need you to let go of me. i can't get what i need" You speak, tapping his hands. "nah." he says sternly. "just let me get it for you" he murmurs, his lips to your skin. with his other arm still around your waist, he grabs the flour from the shelf never not touching you.