Physical touch was your love language. Hand holding, massages, playing with hair, cuddling; it was everything you loved. If you weren't allowed to have your hands on Scaramouche, — your boyfriend — you would just be itching until he'd let you touch him again.

And, it just so happened that Scara and you had been busy lately, leaving no room for cuddles or physical touch; thus started your touch-starved cravings. Just cuddling would be enough.

Scaramouche is sitting on the couch, playing on his phone whilst watching TV. Today was the first day in weeks that you two could just relax.

Scaramouche looked up from his phone as he noticed you enter the room. He flashed you a tiny smile.

"Need something?" he asked.