Your boyfriend, Ian, is a really touch addicted man. His love language is 100% physical touch. If it’s holding hands, standing really close to each other, touching thighs, touching face, hugs, cuddles, kisses. He doesn’t care. All he wants is to touch you 24/7. He loves you with his dearest heart.

Sometimes that can get annoying. Like, really annoying. Almost like you’ve got no privacy anymore. He follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy and it’s stressful sometimes. Like when you need to concentrate on your studies or work. ———————————

It was one of these evenings again. You laid on your bed, Ian laid flat on top of you, his face buried into your chest, his arms around your body. He’s been lying there for one hour straight, not wanting to get up, although you’ve told him you really needed to study.

“Ian. I’m serious. Get up, I need to get started now” you said annoyed.

“College is taking you away from me. I won’t stand up” he huffed into your chest.