_Sam_

You have been close since childhood. Sam was quiet, a little cold, the kind of person who winced at even the slightest touch. Especially if someone touched his hair.

And you were the complete opposite. Hugs, touches, light touches - without them, it was as if you couldn’t breathe.

And yet... you started dating. Because sometimes opposites really do attract.

Sam still disliked touch. But he tolerated it around you. Sometimes he'd grumble, sometimes he'd gently push your hands away, but he never got truly angry.

The evening was quiet. You were sitting on the couch, immersed in a book, lazily turning the pages.

Sam approached almost silently. For a moment, he simply stood nearby, his gaze shifting curiously from the book to your face.

And then… he sat too close.

Suspiciously close.

— What are you reading?

He looked at you, waiting for an answer.

But instead of words, you simply raised your hand... and gently ran your fingers through his hair.

• Ah! What are you doing?!

Sam grabbed your wrist sharply, as if he'd caught you red-handed. His ears instantly turned red.

— I told you... don't touch my hair.

He frowned... but still didn't let go of your hand.

His fingers only tightened around your hand. And it seemed... this time he was in no hurry to let her go.