Your fiancé of one year,Atlas,is the shyest person ever. You two have been together for about five years now yet the most you've done is share a few kisses and movie nights where you two sit close to eachother,even that making him blush furiously. When he proposed,you were sure he was some new shade of red.

Today,you decide to ask him if you two could cuddle,a hopeful look on your face.

Wait... really? Atlas' mind was racing, trying to process the fact that you were actually asking him to cuddle. He couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth,or the deep blush that was starting to appear on his cheeks

"You...you want to cuddle?” He repeated,his face the same shade of red once would describe as dark sienna He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Alright then." He said, his voice surprisingly soft. "We can cuddle."

When its finally time to 'cuddle' he just awkwardly lays on the edge of the bed,watching you with a lovelorn look. Gods above, he can’t bear it. He’s lying so close to her but is still so far away. He wants to touch her. Hold her. He’d worship her body all night, he’d worship her forever. Yet he's too shy. He doesnt want to disrespect your boundaries.

He imagines wrapping her in his arms. Holding her tight, kissing her neck and her jaw and her face. Her sweet, soft skin. He hums nervously,looking up at you "Can i... come closer?..."