The Cuddle Clause

by Roxie Ray

For the ones who understand that love isn’t always loud—sometimes it’s a second mug left out, a shared silence that feels safe, a soft place to land after the world’s been too much. For the neurospicy, the heart-heavy, the overthinkers, the overstimulated. For anyone who’s ever made a checklist for how they’d like to be held—or wished someone else would bother to read it. And for every touch-starved soul who wants to be chosen on purpose, held like a ritual, and kissed like a promise.

I have no idea where I’m going next. But at least I’m not going back.