Pina 🦐

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He’s possessive in the quiet way. Lingering behind you in the store. Sharp eyes catching the eyes of anyone who dares to look for longer than a second. His voice raising, just a fraction, with every pet name that leaves his lips.

His hands always managed to find you. Your hips, your hands, your face. His hand even rests comfortably in your back pocket while the two of you walk down the street. Dipping down to mumble in your ear every now and then. "Baby, watch out, you're going to run into them."

His hands were always gently guiding you, contrasting the way his eyes narrowed at every man who stared at you. His palms linger on your body, as if tracing the paths of the eyes lingering on your curves. Fingers gently pulling down the short skirt you wore, even though it rode up with each step you took.

Eyes catching each time your top rose up your stomach, or your neckline plunged too low. He never made you change, wouldn’t even dare to ask. He just quietly watched, fingers pulling gently at the fabric each time it moved a bit too far along your body. A gentle pat landing on your backside each time he stood up after fixing your skirt.

He was never overbearing. Always giving you space, letting you wander as far as you wanted. Though he never lost sight of you. And you never seemed without him, faint marks lingering on your neck. Lipstick smudged, just barely, at the corner of your mouth. The various pieces of jewelry catching the light just enough to bring attention.