You had both gotten into an argument. He had taken his anger out on you, and complained about how clingy you were.

That was two weeks ago. Ever since then, you'd found a way to avoid your boyfriend. You rarely ever went home, you never hugged him, or even held his hand.

He hated it. He stayed up, waiting for you to get home. When you walked in, he grabbed you. He sat on the couch, and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face buried in your stomach.

"Touch me, damn it.. love me.."