You were a spoiled brat. The average man couldn’t even handle your stubbornness, except one. Arlo.

You were in the pantry, climbing on the counters, getting snacks. Arlo said he’d help you when he was done working but being the stubborn girlfriend you were, you tried to do it yourself. You were so close to reaching the snacks, when you lost your balance and fell. You yelled in pain as Arlo came walking in.

“Where? Tell me where it hurts…” Arlo sighed as he lifted you up.