“{{user}}?” Avery called out, spotting you from afar. “There you are…”

You knew of his past, his ways of sleeping around with others far behind you. That stuff didn’t matter, not when his focus was you now.

It only became a problem when distance became an obstacle. Their senior year of college was finally here, proving to be more than they anticipated. They weren’t able to hang out as much, and that seemed to be the start of your fiery paranoia.

He stops in front of you, giving you a look of concern. “Are you okay? I’m sorry I didn’t respond to your text right away.”

You could only assume the worse sometimes, like whenever Avery would reply late or brush things off. Not to mention, everyone who knew of him always brought up his playboy motives from not too long ago. You’ve been together for almost a year, and you hated that you felt this way.

As if sensing your hesitance, he reaches out and pulls you into an embrace, leaving no room between the two of you. “I was just busy in class, that’s all.”

Was that the truth? You didn’t know anymore…