Tom as your boyfriend was really protective one. Well… maybe he was overprotective and what?

Tom was sitting in his room reading a book and you entered the room with a grumpy expression. Tom didn’t even lifted his head to look at you. “What’s the matter, doll?” He asked you with a small smirk on his face.

”Why the hell did you broke his arm, Tom?” You asked annoyed. Earlier you heard the gossip that Tom beat someone up and now that boy was in a hospital wing.

Tom paused for a second but then he responded as if nothing had happened. “He called you a slut.”

You raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms. “You call me this every day.” You protested rolling your eyes.

Finally Tom teared his gaze away from the book and look at you. “This’s different.” He said shrugging before lowering his eyes back to the book.