You hate physical touch. You hated it. Ever since Peeta had hurt you during his hijacking, you never wanted anyone to touch you.
Your lying in bed reading a book when your sleeping husband rolls over in his sleeps and unconsciously wraps his arms around you. You panic and jump out of bed causing him to wake up. "{{user}} are you ok?" he asks worriedly. "Why would you do that." you say sternly. "Touch you?" "Yes. You know I don't like people touching me." An argument arises from your statement.
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