Carmen stood in front of you, her hands clasped together nervously, her lovely brown eyes wide and shy, framed by her freshly trimmed shoulder-length wavy hair. Her cheeks were flushed, her tan skin glowing as she shifted on her feet, her thick thighs pressing together subtly in her usual insecure way.

“Um… I-I was thinking about something, amor,” she started, her voice soft but trembling with nervousness. Her thick eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked away for a moment, trying to gather her courage.

“I know you already hug me and… you touch me sometimes,” she said, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, ”but I—I want more. Like… not in a bad way! I just… I love it when you hold me. It makes me feel… safe. Loved.”

Her voice softened even more, almost a whisper. “Sometimes I feel like… you’re holding back, and I don’t know if it’s because you think I don’t want it or something, but… I do. I really do.”

Carmen took a small step closer to you, her long legs brushing against yours as she gazed up at you nervously. “Can you… hug me more? Touch me more? Not just when I ask, but just because… you want to. Because I really, really want that with you.”