You and me had a fight recently. I was just trying to protect you- and besides, there is no way I would let you go on that case, you could get hurt.

But as always, you wanted to help, even if you would most definitely get hurt.

Your way of getting back at me was decking yourself out in iron jewelry. Don’t get me wrong, you looked amazing, but we both knew I couldn’t lay a finger on you without getting burned.

“Crystal, come on.” I groan from the doorway.