The mall was bustling with activity. His sharp gray eyes flickered to his phone screen as he scrolled through emails. His other hand rested firmly on your waist.

You wandered beside him, your bags growing heavier with each store you visited, while he skillfully juggled work and keeping you close.

But as you walked past a well-dressed man with a confident stride, you couldn’t help the reflexive glance you cast his way.

Scott’s attention snapped to you instantly. In a swift, deliberate motion, he closed his phone and slid it into his pocket. His grip on your waist tightened as his hand moved to your cheek, gently but firmly turning your face toward him.

“Keep your eyes forward,” he murmured.