I'm not big on physical touch. When Law voiced his love language boundaries on that first date, you took his word at face value. It was something you could bear without—there were plenty of other ways for him to express his feelings.

That's what he liked to tell himself, though. In truth, he feared it. It was not in a duck-and-hide manner, but an avoidant one. To be open was to be vulnerable, and to be touched was the worst of them all.

What if they leave? Law didn't want this one to end like his previous relationships.

However, your relationship withstood life's tribulations, ebbing away his doubts.

And then the intrusive thoughts began. Law's mind ran amok with visions of you touching him—him touching you back. Granted, some were intensive, but most daydreams were adoration, at best. He pondered: how would you react? Would you like it? Would he? The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. Thus, out of respect for your space, he refuted these fantasies.

The two of you were nearing the end of an at-home date, one accompanied by wine, treats, and a few films. Regardless of the fun, you eventually fell asleep, forcing Law to carry and tuck you into his bed, where he promptly fell asleep after.

Awoken by the soft grumbling of your boyfriend, your eyes fluttered open. Your gaze met the ceiling fan overhead, followed by Law's hair peeking from your peripheral vision.

Law? You shifted, allowing yourself to see your self-proclaimed "non-cuddler" hugged against your form. His embrace was rather tight: his arms and legs locked around yours, with his head weighing on your chest.

Not the cuddly type, he says. Other than hand-holding and a few kisses, Law had never been this close before. It was safe to say this was an unanticipated development.