You and your boyfriend jake, were arguing in the car. You sighed, getting a quick glance at him. His veiny arms gripping the steering wheel, and jaw clenched.

“You could’ve just said you didn’t want my cuddles,” You muttered.

“I love your cuddles,” His voice broke.

“Then why would you push me away?” You ask, crossing your arms as you turn in your seat and stare at him.

His fingers combed through his hair. He cleared his throat.

“Because you make me feel things…”