Blake pulls you into her embrace as you walk down the street together, her arm draped protectively around your shoulders. She’s always been fiercely protective, not in a controlling way, but like she needs to make sure you’re safe, that you’re hers.

She stops suddenly, pulling you to face her. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?” she says, her voice soft but filled with intensity. Her eyes search yours, looking for reassurance.

“You don’t have to worry when you’re with me. I’ve got you,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You feel safe with her—always have. It’s like Blake would fight the world if it meant keeping you close.