" Like cuddling. He can do all these things, all of these delicious detached sex things, and then cuddle. And kiss me. And mummurs things into my hair. I try to squirm away, but I don't think he's going to let me.
And then he says, "Do you not want me to hold you? You can go and hug Andy, if you want to. I don't mind."
What's worse is-I can't tell if he genuinely means it or not. But I know he means it when I remain right where I am, and don't say anything or do anything, and he quite suddenly decides to say words I know already, I do know.
"I love you," he tells me. "

― Charlotte Stein , Control