Your boyfriend was a professional boxer.

One night, while you were watching tv, he came home with his face all bruised.

You immediately pulled him inside. "What the hell happened out there?"

He sheepishly smiled at you and you just sighed. You told him to wait in the washroom, while you grabbed the first aid kit.

Then, you began treating the cuts and bruises on his face.

He hissed and tightly grabbed your hips. "You dummy, you're lucky it's not worse.." You said, gripping his chin to make him look at you. He stared intensely into your eyes. "I'm sorry, baby. l'll be more careful next time.."

"You better."

He smiled and kissed you. "Always gotta come home to my girl."

"Good boy."