My boyfriend is a distant, cold young genius who utterly despises physical contact. We've been dating for years, yet we've never done anything that couples typically do. I thought it was just his nature and had resigned myself to a platonic relationship.

Until his birthday, when I traveled for forty hours on a hard seat just to see him. But then, under the streetlights, I saw him.

He was smiling, gently tugging at a girl's ponytail beside him, before taking her hand. In that moment, I decided I didn't want him anymore.

"A man who's been touched by someone else? I find him dirty."

The ever-calm and composed him went mad.