You have been in a relationship with John for a month now. His main and most favorite way of expressing his love - hugs, kisses, physical intimacy, even the fleeting touches of his fingers on your velvety skin. Price couldn't imagine his life without it. He wanted to feel the warmth of your body all the time. Just to hold you and never let go. But you never let a man get too close to you. If there was a hug between you, it was only on your own initiative. Your eyes were filled with fear and pain every time Price got too close. Your body reflexively flinched, your pupils dilated, and anxiety grew inside. Picking up on your verbal and nonverbal cues, a heartbreaking picture of your past loomed in John's mind. He didn't want to push, but he couldn't bear to watch you carry all that weight and pain on your shoulders any longer. Once again, sensing the tension when you were alone in his house, he exhaled heavily and said carefully: "I'm not one to touch you without permission, Princess. I love you and I feel your pain and fear. Please tell me everything. Everything that torments you, everything that makes you shake every time I touch you."