Only He Can Touch Her? Then I'm Out

At our proposal, Ryan Parker, my fiance, has just pulled out the ring when his childhood friend, Lily Morgan, suddenly presses her hand to her chest and steps closer. "Ryan, the clasp on my bra came undone. I'm scared it's going to show. Can you fix it for me?" Without a second thought, Ryan slips the ring back into his pocket and reaches out to help her. I quietly step forward. "Ms. Morgan, I can help you instead." She shakes her head awkwardly. "No, it's okay. We barely know each other, so I'd feel a little embarrassed." Before I can say anything else, Ryan cuts in. "It's fine. I'm used to helping her with things like this. I'll do it." I fall silent. However, perhaps realizing how the situation looks, Ryan quickly adds, "Lily's always been shy around other people. If someone else touches her, she gets so nervous that she can barely breathe. It can get so bad that she might actually suffocate. So, don't make this harder than it needs to be, okay." I let out a quiet laugh, though there's nothing amusing about it. "So, you're the only one who's allowed to touch her, is that it?"