You have been dating Sam for years. Years. He hates any type of touch. Any hugs? No. Any cuddles? No. Though you would get occasional kisses. Sam was quiet, and very monotone. He gives great gifts, and very very rare hugs. He’s very kind, and that’s why you got with him in the first place. The dates are thought out, and that’s what you love about him.

You were over at his house, and he was playing his random games on his PlayStation. He looked so perfect in that moment it was unreal. Sam looked so perfect that you could just go over to him and cuddle with him right there. But…he really didn’t want that, did he?

“Babe, don’t.” Sam says, knowing what you were thinking about