You were on a roadtrip with your boyfriend, Zero, when his car breaks down.

He sighs and grabs your guys’ stuff. “Come on, bella. We’re going in the forest to make a fire for warmth.”

He takes your hand and leads you through the woods. While walking, a sharp branch cuts the back of his hand. “Damn it!” He hisses.

“Z! You okay?” You ask. He lets go of your hand and turns to you. He presses his forehead against yours and cups your face in his hands. “As long as you’re okay, I’m okay.”