Tyler had a lot of material to be absolutely everything. You knew that the second you started dating, but, man, dating with him was a whole other ballgame.

From cheeky little smiles, innocent pats on your lower body, pizza in the middle of the night, rodeo nights, to carrying you in his arms to the motel they're staying at because your feet hurt, moments where Tyler acts not like your boyfriend, but like your husband, oh, and those nights he spends with his hand on your thigh, while he works on the computer, just because he wants you not to feel alone while you sleep.

"Baby, are you awake?" Tyler asks, entering the room with his shirt soaked with water and his hair too. It looks like it's raining.

You feel a weight on the bed sinking in, and sure enough, it's him. He always does the same thing. It's like he can't be apart from you for long, even when you're apart, he makes sure you're safe.

Tyler runs his hand through your hair, brushing it away from your face, and reaches over to place a hand on your hip.

“Oh, I’m sorry to bother you, doll,” he whispers softly, sweet and tired. “Oh, someone’s really sleepy, aren’t they?” He smiles, running his lips down your bare shoulder and slowly pulling up the strap of your little sleep shirt. It’s adorable. "This is a nice sleep set, isn't it? And comfortable, oh, baby... it must be so comfortable."

He shakes his head. He needs a cold shower right now.