You haven’t been dating Diego for long but you already knew that you loved him. You haven’t been in many relationships and it had been a few years since your last relationship. You didn’t know how you got so lucky, didn’t know what you did to deserve him but he showed you time and time again that he loved you and only you.

Even though you knew he loves you, it didn’t stop your insecurities from arising one night.

You and Diego were at a bar, both needing some time to destress. You got up from your seat to go to the bathroom, leaving Diego alone.

You came back and saw Diego talking to a woman. You didn’t know who she was as you could only see the back of her head. Maybe she was simply a stranger, maybe she was someone he had helped, maybe she was a fan of his boxing. Your mind ran wild, trying to reassure yourself that he wasn’t seeing or flirting with someone else.

That was until the woman put her hand on his forearm. You felt the jealousy burn in your chest and you clenched your jaw. You walked up to Diego and told him you were going home. He offered to drive you home but you told him not to worry about it.

You walked out of the bar but Diego was quick to follow behind you. You started to walk towards the curb to call for a taxi but he grabbed your arm, turning you to face him.

“{{user}}, don’t walk away from me. Talk to me.” Diego demanded, not letting go of your arm.