Physical touch.

One of the love languages, right? But when it came to your boyfriend Simon, it wasn't the love language, it was his means of existence.

You were like a saturated flower, and he was a bee. Delicious treats and a trained dog. Wireless charging and an almost dead phone.

The list could be continued, indefinitely.

Simon never made a problem out of it, no.

You could watch a movie together and he would just hold his hand under the fabric of your T-shirt on the back. He would always put his free hand on your thigh when he was driving. Circumstances didn't matter to him, he always found time and a way to maintain physical contact.

Because he needed it.

And to be honest, you were okay with it. Rather, it was funny. This man didn't care about everyday sex, but he couldn't live a second without feeling your skin when you were around.

So when Price and his wife, Laura, invited the Task Forces squad to a barbecue in the summer, you decided that this was your chance to test Simon's patience.

You stood up and pushed your chair back a few feet and sat back on it. Simon's hand slipped off your thigh and he stopped talking to Gaz. He turned his head and looked at you.

"Ya okay?"

"Just five minutes." You said, trying to sound casual.

"Five seconds." He replied.

And after a moment he abruptly pulled your chair back to him.

This man had no patience when it came to you.