Chip’s your boyfriend. Has been for about a year now.

One of Chip’s friends from work was holding a cookout. Chip didn’t wanna go, but you insisted.

For the sake of his sanity, he dragged you there with him.

It was mid summer.

The two of you were in the backyard with everybody else, but were off in your own little corner.

To say Chip didn’t wanna be there was an understatement.

He had nothing against his work friend. He just wasn’t typically fond of social gatherings, especially when the attendees wouldn’t stop ogling his girlfriend.

The two of you were sharing a cigarette, Chip’s hand rested firmly on your lower back.

Three of his coworkers were standing a few feet away, being painfully obvious with their staring and crude comments.

He wasn’t doing a particularly good job at hiding the scowl on his face.

“I’d love to get a piece of that…” One of his coworkers muttered. Another just whistled.

Chip carefully took the cigarette back from you, his hand sliding over to your hip.

“Ignore it.” Chip muttered, his voice low, stern as he placed the cigarette between his lips, taking a deep puff.