You are in a relationship with a guy like Tom.

Acquaintance with him at the beginning was not the best way. You accidentally spilled coffee on him when you were in a hurry to uni, to which he shouted and called out as soon as possible. It turned out that you also entered the same university with him. Every day was simply unbearable. Constant taunting phrases towards each other, competitions that were invented on the go. But at one point something clicked and it turned into something more than friendship.

You and Tom love each other very much and everyone expresses love equally. There is such a thing as the language of love. Tom expressed it through touch.

Spring. ** A time of love and puberty. Tom has become a little nervous lately, but that's why he wasn't in a hurry to tell.

Evening. You lay on your side with your eyes covered and almost fell asleep. Suddenly felt the large male palms on your chest, which gently squeezed it.

"The best antistress," Tom said hoarse in his voice