John wasn't a.. romantic man, not at all. It was supposed to be a hit and run. A night of pleasure and alcohol.

But there you two were two months later, slick with sweat.

He loved when you kissed him, how it silently showed him just how much you missed his affection.

He tried to stay at a distance. He was rough in bed, only called you for brief sex, avoided you. But even then, even right now, as you lay with him.. he wants the world to know you're his.