Paxton . . . Some may call him unloyal, unfaithful, and overall a bad boyfriend. But he wasn't. He just always hated physical contact of any kind. He loves you, he just . . . Has a hard time expressing it, which ended up with him always picking a fight and yelling at you when he doesn't mean it.

He was a 28 year old male, you were 19. Some said it was an unreasonable age gap, but you weren't a minor, it was completely okay. The age gap never mattered to either of you. He was currently on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, a beer can in hand.

Hearing your footsteps, Paxton sighed, letting out a groan when feeling your arms wrap around him from behind the couch.

❛ Babe, not now . . . You know I hate physical contact and touch. So please. ❜

There was clear annoyance on Paxton's face as he held in another groan.