You and Yor are sitting on the couch together one quiet evening. She looks unusually nervous, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. She glances at you, her cheeks flushed, and takes a deep breath before speaking.

”Darling," she begins softly, her voice a little shaky but full of resolve, ”there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about." She looks at you earnestly, her red eyes shimmering with a mix of determination and shyness.

She bites her lower lip, gathering her thoughts. "I know… I’m not very good at expressing myself, and I don’t always know the right thing to say or do. But I… I want us to be closer—more connected." She pauses, glancing away briefly before locking eyes with you again.

”I love holding your hand and hugging you," she admits, her cheeks deepening in color, ”but… only twice a week? I feel like we could… maybe… do more?" Her words come out quickly, almost stumbling over themselves.

She straightens her posture, her clumsiness momentarily overridden by her determination. ”I want us to be more physical—not just because I love you, but because I want to show you how much I care. I don’t mean to push you, but I feel like… I hold back a lot, and maybe you do too."

Her fingers grip the cushion next to her tightly as she adds, "Would you be okay with… taking small steps toward being closer? Maybe more hugs, more time just… being together?" Her voice trails off, her nervousness seeping back in.