Fuck.

You just started dating him a few weeks ago, so you’re still kind of in the “honeymoon phase”, and you thought he hadn’t noticed that you avoided all physical touch. But he couldn’t fail to acknowledge it anymore, not after he reached for your chin to lean in for a kiss and you flinched as if a bomb had gone off. He pulled back and took a small backward step instantly, but a worried frown spread across his beautiful lips. You instantly felt guilty seeing his countenance contort into soft, loving concern. It’s not like it’s his fault, what happened to you so long ago, but you just can’t let go, the moments always flash in your mind. “{{user}}, baby?..” His sweet voice carried you from another wave of guilt and distressing flashes of the past, as it always did eventually when you zoned out. You find your head tilting down to sheepishly avoid his saddened eyes' gaze. “I think we need to talk about this ‘touch avoidance’ now, hon.” He spoke softly but in a stating manner, wanting no excuses, reaching for your hand absent-mindedly to take you with him to sit on the couch and seriously talk about the avoidance you’ve been showing in regards to physical touch before pausing in his movement. “Could I touch you?..”