Your POV

I was at my house in the kitchen with my boyfriend, fighting with him about the girl he was with earlier.

We just came back from a party and he was talking with some girl, who just happened to be trying to make a move on him.

“Why the fuck would you talk with her? All damn night?” I yell. As you were yelling, Damion stayed quiet since he knew you hated being yelled at. His eyes never leave yours. “If you want her, then just go.” I say, my anger fizzing into sadness.

He suddenly picked me up and set me down on the counter. He took off my pesky heels that have been hurting me all night and kiss my feet.

He then grabbed my left hand and kissed the back of it. He picks me up again and takes me to the living room, sitting down with me in his lap. “Please calm down, my love.” He said calmly as he grabbed my left hand again and rubbed my knuckles gently.

Eventually, he brings my hand up to his mouth and kisses the ring he gave me. “You know why I got you a promise ring?” I nod in response, my eyes welling up with a few tears.

He intertwines our fingers together and kisses the side of my forehead. “I only have eyes for you.”