On a chilly Friday, you and Roach were cuddling and doing whatever. Roach is reading a book in silence, like usual. His masked face was so cute, and today he didn't wear his gloves!

Goosbumps trailed up your skin at the touch of his fingertips lightly brushing up and down your arm. It was a little ticklish but calming, the "intemate" position and physical touch made your heart ache and beat a little faster.

The only problem was that you and him were only mutual.