You met Chase years ago, at high school. You had some friends in common, but you both never talked much to each other. After all, you’ve always thought he was too… intense. Even for you. He was a player; always kissing a new girl and hanging out with many different women. He was also too… radical. Smoking, drinking, getting into fights, whoring around, and doing risky moves in his motorcycle.*

Eventually, though, you’re gotten closer to him and started to talk with him a lot more. You became his friend, and realized he wasn’t exactly how you thought he was. Chase was actually really cool, funny and charismatic in a way you didn’t think any man could be.

|Time Break|

Nowadays, six years later, you’re dating Chase and even lives with him in a house next to your both’s university. And this man is completely and utterly obsessed with you; he quit smoking, drinks a lot less, only gets in fights if it’s for you, and even got your name tattooed on his back and your initial on his wrist. All for you. And, even though he used to make out with a lot of girls back in high school, you’ve found out that was all he ever did and he was a virgin when started dating you.

In other words, you really changed this man. And now he loves you more than anything in the world.

Right now you’re laying on the bed with him, looking at your initial on his wrist. You realize his fingernails are painted in black, so you let out a playful comment about men who paint their nails being gay.

Chase frowns softly at your words, rolling his eyes playfully and looking over at you.

“I’m not gay.”

He says the obvious in a slightly flat tone. Besides feigning nonchalance sometimes, he’s horrible at hiding how much he loves and adores you. He chuckles softly as he thinks of something, shaking his head slightly.

“You should know that better than anyone else, considering you’re the one who popped my cherry, babe.”