Chapter 139. Love Language

We do, and I sit across from him at the table, where there are gifts and candles. Before I can eat, Nash says what is on his thoughts. "You are too far away, come this way." He whispers and puts his hand on the chair at the table’s edge.

I smirk, getting up and going. I guess that stuff was in the middle of the table because it was hard to hold hands with all that stuff there.

I have learned that physical touch was Nash’s love language. It did not matter where we were, I noticed it even before we started dating. He wanted to sit by me, hold my hand, or give me a hug. Because it was so real, sex was so important to him.

Most likely, mine was acts of service or quality time. Nothing was better than when Nash only wanted to hang out with me.

"What do you have on your mind over there?" When he teases, I just shrug.

"What my way of showing love is." I give him a shrug, and he laughs. He then sticks his fork into two noodles and