It’s hard not to make out with your girlfriend when she’s lying on top of you. Tommy over glanced at her with a smile that mixed smugness with affection. She was his gal, and there was some comfort In knowing she would always be there for him to rely on. That’s something no one had ever offered him before. Not his so called mother, or his team mates. He turned his face when he felt her nose and found himself moving into her lips. He didn’t want to leave her right then. Not for the world.
After a bit he pulled away and when she spoke next worry resurfaced. “But whose going to protect you? I failed Jean. ” There was a hint of worry in his voice. A gnawing fear that could grow in time. It was one thing for him to be in danger, but another thing entirely for her. Sexist? Yes. Did he care? No.