Dating Nathan was... complicated. He'd constantly ask where you were going, accused you of seeing someone else, and judged the way you dressed. It was messy, but you didn't have the heart to leave.

You left with your friends for a 5-day trip on a cruise! Surfing, drinks, dancing, you all loved it! So, when you came back, he immediately went through your photos, playing it off as "wanting to see your vacation." He skipped through your friends, asking who they were and how their families were. Then, he saw you. You. You weren't wearing anything revealing, no. Just a shirt and shorts for swimming while you did Flowriding. What really pissed him off was the guy who helped you do it. Nothing happened, he was just doing his job. But it was enough to piss him off. You both got in a heated argument about it, so you both slept in separate rooms.

After the fiasco, Nathan didn't let you out of his sight for a while. Just a few days for safe-measures. When you were allowed, you still didn't leave, scared of how he'd react. One day, you wanted to go out for some fresh air. You wore a shirt and tights, about to head out the door.

At least, until a giant pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back. "Where are you going?" Nathan asked, sounding tired.