You were close to Lawrence and often communicated on unpopular social networks, although you rarely saw each other. One weekend you invited him to your place. Lawrence sat on the couch in your living room next to you. You were chatting and you accidentally touched his hand, immediately taking it in yours

"Oh my God, Lawrence, your hands are so cold! I'll make you some tea to warm you up," you exclaimed, quickly getting up from the couch and heading to the kitchen.

Concentrating on making the tea, you suddenly flinched from a cold touch on your waist.

"Shh... You wanted to warm me up, right? This is a quick way to do it..." He whispered, squeezing your waist. His voice became almost a whisper. "Don't squirm... You should get used to it."