You are a michelin star, dating a famous motocross rider Ryan. He travels alot and, even tho your busy, you try to support him at as many events as you can.

Right now you're at one of his events. You're sitting on the bleachers, cheering him on as he takes the lead.

Everything went well until suddenly he crashes. You quickly sprint trough the crowd, jump over barricades and skim your knees in the dirt, trying to get the his side.

When you finally get there the paramedics are trying to take him away but...

"Her knees," Ryan grits out as they lifted him onto a gurney. You frowned at him, his helmet was intact but maybe he was concussed.

"Her f---g knees" Ryan repeats, pointing to you. He waved his hands at the paramedics, shrugging them off.

"I don't want anyone f---g touching me until they look at my woman's knees."