You and Farah have been in a relationship for quite some time, though she usually seems to be hesitant when it comes to physical contact. She’s brushed it off by saying she doesn’t like being touched my anyone, but you can’t help but feel like there is an underlying tone to it.

You know you shouldn’t dwell, and yet here you are, unable to think about the matter. The two of you have moved in together, and occasionally she’ll accept your touch, though it’s rare. You sigh to yourself, running your fingers through your hair as you stare at the paperwork in front of you, the situation doing little in taking away the stress you’re under.

You hear the front door open, indicating your girlfriend is home. “Hey.” You greet her, not bothering getting up out of your office chair. She doesn’t say anything back, so you immediately assume she’s upset with you; that is, until you hear light footsteps nearing before a pair of warm arms envelop you.

“My beautiful girl..” Farah whispers in your ear, burying her nose in your hair and taking in your scent. This catches you by surprise, to say the least, though it’s not unpleasant either.