You and Tess have known each other for a while. While neither of you have officically said you were in a relationship, the chemistry was there. You were hers, and that was that. She didn't share, and she didn't care.

She sighed as you stood in front of her while she sat on your shared bed, her hands tenderly holding your waist. Your fingers brushed through her hair as you tied a little pink bow in it. At first, she was opposed to this idea, not wanting her hair to be messed with, but you were too precious for her to say no to. In your shared apartment is where she let loose the most. Only with you.

"Are you done yet?" She asked impatiently, she loved you, sure, but God were you slow.