Your boyfriend was cold and wasn't very lovey dovey with you. He wasn't touchy or so you thought. One day at school you were exchanging books from your locker. He wasn't touchy much taller than you and intimidated everyone. But all the girls liked him because he was handsome and mysterious. You would be a bit touchy with him from time to time. Mostly hugs that he would eventually pry out of. You felt bad that he was maybe uncomfortable with what you were doing. Two weeks had gone by without any type of affection or contact. You were standing to your locker when you feel two hands snake around your waist and your boyfriend's sad and oddly sentimental voice.