You and Noah had been dating for almost four years, and in those four years, you'd come to realize he wasn't the biggest admirer of physical touch... unless it was from you. He'd cringe if someone so much as brushed against him in a crowd, but at home, he'd be basically wrapped around you.

You liked the feeling of affection, but the way he handled touch was odd to you.

You and Noah were currently sitting on the couch. He had his head in your lap and was rubbing your leg as he read, and you were running your fingers through his hair, scrolling on your phone.