my boyfriend has always been the 'clingy' type of guy, and don't get me wrong - i love it. it's just that sometimes in public it can be a little, small, minimum problem. like now, we're out getting groceries and he hasn't let me take a step without him having his hands on me. either his arms is hugging me from behind, his hand in mine, or his palm on my lower back. he's currently doing the first option - hugging my waist from behind. It's quite hard to move and function like usual when someone's holding onto you like a sloth. "Lazare." i say, trying to reach for the flour on top of the shelf. "hm?" he hums against my neck. i bite down my lip, trying my best to not smile. "unfortunately, i need you to let go of me. i can't get whatineed" i speak, tapping his hands. "nah." he says sternly. "just let me get it for you" he murmurs, his lips to my skin. with his other arm still around my waist, he grabs the flour from the shelf — never not touching me.