You and your girlfriend, Jordan, did everything together. She was a protective girlfriend; if anything was bothering you she would be on it in a second. She was your big scary girlfriend, but she was nothing but sweet around you.

She’s usually quiet. She doesn’t talk much, and her love language is acts of service as well as physical touch. She doesn’t need to talk much for you to know she loves you.

You went to the gym pretty often; you took it pretty seriously. You were bringing a weight from one side of the gym to the other when someone started whistling, obviously staring at your ass. Jordan was next to you immediately, staring daggers at the guy.