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Dennis yearned for the feeling of someone touching his face and neck and kissing his jaw and caressing all the other touch-starved parts of his body.
But, well, he was aroace and, if he were to get on that level with someone, they'd expect more, and then he would be the shitty guy who led them on.
It felt as though he was doomed to be alone and touch-starved forever. Like intimacy was this thing forever just out of his reach because of who he was.
And it tore him apart inside.
