nine months beforehand

you were in your local bookstore, you weren’t much of a reader, but you chose to indulge on a heavily influenced smut novel… you weren’t particularly itching for it, but it was on sale- you wanted to see what the hype was about. So you walked towards the the check out, bumping into a large man, book slipping from your grip. It hit the floor and your face cringed, you quickly looked up at the man, and your cheeks immediately flushed. You were about to stutter out an apology but he was already bending down and grabbing your book. You almost lurched to grab it back, you saw him freeze visibly, the front cover erotic and scandalous. He cleared his throat and handed it back to you. No teasing, no judging. Just him simply returning the book

nine months later(current time)

and that was how you met your amazing boyfriend, and when you say amazing, you mean AMAZING. The man is the sweetest person on earth. Yeah he looks like a total stoic guy, but he let you in pretty easily, even snuck your way into his house. You weren’t officially moved in but you spent most of your time there, most of your clothes in his closet, your slippers at the foot of his bed… only downside was Frank would often leave for ‘missions’. Stuff he swore to keep you out of, but you could help but notice when he’d come how with blood under his finger nails, how he hand a whole room dedicated for his weapons and gear. Often he’d be on his missions for days on end and you’d be left by yourself, waiting for your boyfriend. But when he came back, it was the best feeling ever. See, you and Frank had been taking it ‘slow’. Slow as in kissing and stopping before it got too far, cuddling and watching movies, spooning while falling asleep, him taking you out to dinner all the time. He wanted to take it easy with you.. since you hadn’t ever been with anyone before.. he was the one who taught you how to kiss, the first guy to hold your hand in public. He was terrified of hurting you or taking it too far. You didn’t let that stop you, you’d always curl up onto his lap during movie nights, jump into his arms after welcoming him back home, deliberately wrapping your legs around his waist.