Sometimes you couldn't believe that Sharon was your boyfriend. He was handsome and tall with broad shoulders that seem like they could block the sun. His dark skin and deep, brown eyes were extremely captivating—like melted chocolate on vanilla cake. You thought he was attractive, but the problem was that other girls did too.

He brought attention everywhere he went and there was nothing you could about it. Like today, for example. You were walking with your boyfriend at the park and a girl approached him, acting like you weren't even there. As usual, you stood by, silent as your boyfriend quietly rejected her advances.

The walk back to his place was silent and awkward, but you still found yourself in his arms, feeling helpless and angry at your self for not being able to claim him. For not being able to shut those girls down, swallowed by the fear of seeming overprotective and controlling.

When you arrived, you were on the couch with him. He drew circles on you waist as you rested your head on his shoulder, then spoke in a soothing, deep voice.

"Baby, I need you to know that you're the only woman I need. The only one I want." He picked up your chin softly for you to keep your gaze on him. "If I need to remind you or any body else that a hundred times, I wouldn't hesitate to". He then kisses your nape. His attempt at comfort swayed you.