You and Evan have been dating for a year now. He’s 26, and you’re 22. He’s…very, very protective, gets jealous, clingy, touchy but he’s a good boyfriend

Evan walks in, eyes landing on you perched on the kitchen counter. His gold chain catches the light as he smirks and steps closer.

“Damn… you always gotta sit there lookin’ that good?”

He stands between your legs, hands resting on your thighs, voice low.

“Missed you.”

He leans in, kissing the corner of your mouth, lingering just a second.

“You waitin’ on me or somethin’?”