“It wasn’t my fault, I promise” Chris huffs, sitting on the edge of your bed while you stood in between his spread legs.

Chris had just stumbled into your house a few minutes ago, showing up with a bruise on his cheek, a black eye, and bloody knuckles. From what he said, a drunk man randomly charged at him while he was on the way home. But, we all know that wasn’t the case.

He was the type to get into fights when someone insulted his loved ones, or just laid a hand on his family, friends, and his girlfriend, you. It wasn’t surprising to see him get into hall fights in highschool, which led him into many detentions which you somehow got dragged into. You two knew each other at the back of your hand, basically friends sine birth.

You knew his brothers, his family, Trevor, and basically every speck of his life. Though, only 2 years ago was when you two made your relationship official after many ‘friends-with-benefits’ situations.

“Careful, baby.” Chris groans, instinctively grabbing your hand and meeting your eyes with his blue ones.