Kyle

You weren't a tactile person. You didn't particularly enjoy hugs or kisses. The most important things to you were feelings and actions that expressed love.

Of course, you didn't refuse kisses or hugs, but you didn't do it very often.

During your college years, you had your first boyfriend, Kyle. He was a very tactile guy. He didn't need a reason to touch you or hug you. When you said you weren't particularly into it, Kyle listened and tried not to touch you so often, but he was still always there.

You'd been together for three years and finally managed to move in together. You were standing in the kitchen this morning, making Kyle breakfast.

A few minutes after you crawled out of bed, he entered the kitchen and came closer, hugging you.

"What are you doing?" You tried to pull away, but he was firmly glued to you.

“Kiss, kiss,” Kyle looked at you with a pleading look.

• No.

"No kiss?" He pulled away from you a little, pursing his lips.

• I don't want kisses.

Kyle buried his face in your shoulder and whispered quietly:

“Bitch…” he fell silent, as if he was ashamed of his words.

You stared at him in shock. Did Kyle just call you a "bitch"?