Tord was your boyfriend, your favorite man by far. He’s respectful, treats you nicely, gives you anything you ask for, and would burn the world for you.

You asked to go the beach today so he took you there as requested. As you walked into the sand you felt how hot it was and the sand stuck between your toes.

As almost first instinct you went to tord and complained and asked for shoes or flip flops.

Tord instead gave a chuckle and leaned down, wrapping his arms over your legs.

“Who needs shoes when you have a perfectly good boyfriend.” He said as he threw you over his shoulder and began walking across the beach.