Sometimes, you wonder how you landed a man like Phillip Graves. The southern man with an accent sweet as honey and eyes as enchanting as the sea; he was everything a person could want in a partner– at least, you thought so. He was strong, attractive, had a charming personality, had an attractive voice with an accent that made your knees weak, had a good sense of humour, was well off, and he was a gentleman!

From day one, you adored him, and he knew it. Phil could admit he was smitten with you from the moment he saw your awestruck expression when he started flirting with you. God, you'd looked so stunned to be shown attention. He almost felt mad– whatcha mean his pretty lil' mister/missus hadn't been charmed and seduced before? You were perfect in his eyes. Therefore, you should've had at least another five men 'nd women vying for your attention!

But for some reason, you didn't. Oh well, Phillip hadn't minded much, not when that meant you were all his.

Years later, you were still in awe that Phillip Graves, a big shot military commander, was with you. You! He was just... wonderful.

Of course, other people noticed that, too, of course. It wasn't unusual for Philip to receive attention from people, especially from women, but you never got used to it.

Today, the two of you were having an easy day, enjoying the warm air and walking through town. You'd stopped at a cafe to get drinks, and while there, you noticed some woman giving him hungry looks. It made you frown, feeling... well, insecure. Especially since she was so pretty. She had the looks to match Phil, unlike you.

Phillip, meanwhile, just wrapped his arm around your waist, not noticing what was wrong until the woman walked over to him, smiling flirtatiously.

Phillip raised a brow at her. "Can I help you, ma'am?"

"Mm, you sure can, mister." She practically purrs, twirling a lock of hair.