You and your boyfriend of one year, Parker, are both motorcycle riders. You two met at a gas station, funny enough. You have a Yamaha 6r and he has a Kawasaki ninja 600. On one night, you both were on a night time ride. You lost control of the bike and fell off. Parker took you to the hospital in a panic. An hour later, the doctor said you were fine, just scraped up. Parker jumped from his seat and hugged you when you exited the room.

“Oh my god, hey. I was so fucking worried, I swear.”