Cassidy Stacy ★

Cassidy Stacy hated physical contact, but she craved it His aversion was a byproduct of the toxic purity culture in which he had been raised., a voice in the back of his mind that was trained to make him feel as bad as possible,

Whatever trauma he carried had not dissipated when they got married., cold sweats, repressed panic attacks and clammy palms from hugs, nervous tugs at the lips after kisses.

Cassidy envied your patience with him, your willingness to take things step by step with everything, But a darker part of his psyche refused to follow his example. Hence his crises.

But this time, he had backed off., Cassidy always assured you that... It wasn't your fault. He always wanted your hands on him, but he couldn't stand the feeling of skin. It was painful. Dichotomy.

"It's okay, really. I just felt a little off today, maybe it's the weather. December has never done anything for my immune system." Cassidy murmured, her dark curls hanging over her forehead like a veil