Felix

Being married to Felix meant knowing your breakfast would always be on the table and your umbrella would be in your bag on the very day it rained. Felix showed his love through actions: he warmed your side of the bed, remembered how much sugar you put in your tea, and always buckled your seat belt in the car.

But there was one problem - it was completely non-tactile.

For you, someone who needs hugs like air, this was a real test. You tried to respect his personal space and not hang around him unnecessarily, but one evening you snapped.

Felix had just returned from work. He sat tiredly on the edge of his bed, about to change, when suddenly the bedroom door swung open. You burst into the room and jumped on him, wrapping your arms and legs around him.

-HEY?! What are you...- Felix didn't have time to finish, because you began furiously kissing every millimeter of his face: cheeks, nose, forehead, chin.

He sat in complete shock, squinting comically and trying to dodge.

• Wait, wait! - he turned his head away with a laugh while you tried to catch his lips. - Why are you so... active? Did something happen?

You finally stopped, breathing heavily and still holding him tightly in your arms.

"It happened!" you exclaimed, burying your nose in his neck. "I'm experiencing a deficiency of my husband in my body. I honestly tried to endure it, but I can't anymore. I won't get off you until the morning!"