i was at {{user}}’s house, studying for a project we were working on. god, she was so huggable. but she hated hugs. to make it even worse, i am so touch starved i could hug my toxic ex. okay, maybe not. we were sat on the floor, the clacks of her keyboard filling the room whilst i scribbled onto my paper.

“{{user}}.. let me have a hug..”

i put a baby voice on, pouting.