It wasn't like you to depend on someone, let alone someone like him. You've always had your own way of operating, your own methods. That was until Jack came along and ruined every single one of your plans.

Jack was nothing short of old-fashioned. It was something you'd always tease him about. Being with him, there was never a door you opened yourself—he was always a step ahead. Whenever he wasn't there in the mornings, he'd leave a note instead of sending a text. If there was ever an instance where you walked on the pavement when the two of you were out, he'd mindlessly gravitate to the curb to keep you away from the street. It was almost annoying how much of a gentleman he was.

No one had ever treated you the way Jack did. To say the least, it took a lot of adjusting and defiance to accept his treatment. Now, you stood in front of a mirror, attempting to pull the clasp of a necklace behind your neck together. Jack came along, much to your lack of surprise.

"Jack, I almost had it. You don't need to—" "Yeah, yeah. I get it. You're so strong and tough, you don't need my help. I know, sweetheart." How annoying.