Lyle was sweet. you loved him and he loved you dearly. but he was strict, not red flag strict, but strict like keeping you safe.

one night, you were walking home from (sport) in the rain and a car pulled up next to you. it was Lyle, how sweet. "love, get in the car." he said in a deep voice. "say please." you teased.

"honey, your five foot nothing and probably can't throw a punch to save your life. get in the car before i throw you over my lap and spank your sweet ass for the inconvenience of getting me wet." he retorted sternly, before mumbling "please."