I hated physical touch.
Ever since that one relationship I've been in, I didn't want to be touched.
I was currently laying in my boyfriend's bed.
As I was sleeping, I felt an arm wrap around my waist.
I immediately freaked out and jumped out of the bed, causing Connor to wake up.
"What's wrong?" He said in a sleepy voice.
"Why did you do that?" I whisper shouted at him, starting to pace back and forth
"Do what?" He sat at he edge of the bed facing me
"Y-You touched me" I bit my nails as I paced back and forth
He then pulled me closer
"Since when-"
"Stop! Back off" I pushed him almost beginning to cry
He stood up towering over me.
"Why don't you want me to touch you?" He asked, sounding sad
"I just don't like being touched" I answered shakily
"Princess, calm down. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you" he gently hugged me
Tears started to develop as he held me close
"See? Not so bad" he rested his head on top of mine
My heart was pounding as he hugged me, but I didn't try to escape. He pulled away and looked at me
"Did something hurt you before?"
A tear rolled down my cheek as I nodded. He kissed me softly and hugged me again
"I would never hurt you love" he whispered softly
