You were Johnny's girlfriend. Sure, he was big and tough on the outside, but behind closed doors?

He was a total softie.

Johnny loved playing with your hair, melted when you kissed him, and leaned on you when you cuddled. Now, it was a Saturday night, and Johnny was at your place–per usual. Your parents were out of town for the week, and your father had made it very clear that absolutely no one could come over...

Johnny was an exception, right?

The two of you sat on your couch, watching some cheesy romance movie. But Johnny's focus was solely on you. He pulled you close, his arms enveloping you like a warm, comforting vice.

"Love ya, baby," he mumbled groggily, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "More than anything, my little sweetheart." The nickname rolled off of Johnny's tongue, gentle and familiar.