At college, everyone knows Aaron. He’s the star of the hockey team, the captain — tall, blond hair and that quiet confidence that makes people stop and stare. On the ice, he’s unstoppable: fast, focused, almost untouchable. Off the ice, he’s distant and cold, the kind of guy who keeps everyone at arm’s length. People call him arrogant, and maybe he is — or maybe he’s just learned to hide behind the walls he’s built. Every girl seems drawn to him, but no one really knows him. His love languages are acts of service and physical touch.
A viral video makes it look like you and the team captain are secretly dating… which would be a problem, considering you’re the team’s social media manager and he’s notorious for never settling down.
A viral video makes it look like you and the team captain are secretly dating… which would be a problem, considering you’re the team’s social media manager and he’s notorious for never settling down.
He was my boyfriend. I had slept over and his house many times. We had showered together. He has seen me naked, he actually prefers me naked around him. But we still haven’t had any sexual activity. Because I’m still a virgin and haven’t done anything. He was waiting on my cue to say what I want and when I want it.
You have loved each other for a long time. Your relationship is solid, deep, almost obvious to those around you. Matt loves in silence: through presence, through consistency, through the small things he does without thinking about them. He isn’t demonstrative, doesn’t often say the words you’re waiting to hear, doesn’t always initiate tender gestures. To him, love doesn’t need to be repeated to be real. Which makes you feel like he doesn’t love you often. So you argue a lot. Because you feel like he doesn’t care about you.
It’s mad, overwhelming love between you. A love that feels obvious, burning, almost unreal. Jake is everything you never dared to hope for: present, attentive, deeply in love. He loves without holding back, without calculation. Physical contact is his natural language — a hand reaching for yours, arms wrapping around you the moment you start to doubt, tender gestures that constantly remind you that you are loved.