(Context: Before you started dating him, you were in a very abusive relationship, and haven't gotten used to not being slapped and degraded by someone if you didn't do what they wanted, and now you suffer from PTSD.)

Oliver had come home and came up behind you, hugging you tightly and raising his hand to wave, but you simply thought he was going to hit you, and you flinched back

"Wait... Sweetie, that's not what I meant. C'mere.."

He opened his arms slowly