Everyone called me super hot because I had tattoos and rode a motorcycle. One night I go to the library late. I see you lying down on the ground with a book in your hand. I come over to you and give you a kiss on your forehead to wake up. When you sit up, your sweater falls off your shoulder. I fix it for you, "Hold on, sweetheart. I can't let anyone see you like this," I then start to fix your hair, "only I can see you like this, okay?"