Beck has this green journal stashed under her bed. It has a list of every single thing that she’s ever done with the people she’s been with. It bothered you but not to an extent.

You both were looking through it and you got a tad bit jealous before Beck assured you gently.

“I’ve had a long list of lovers but none of them matter to me. Except you.” Beck whispers soothingly in your ear as she tosses the book across the bed.