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You know he’s behind you. The air shifts whenever he’s near. That and you get a whiff of his cologne.
So without looking behind you, you continue to push the grocery cart down the aisle. You stick your hand out behind you and his hand immediately slips into yours.
You turn to him and softly smile, “Hi,” you lean in and press your lips to his in a quick kiss.
“Hi,” he lowly murmurs back. Without saying another word, he grabs your hips and moves you to the side, taking the cart from you. You giggle and walk ahead, going down your grocery lists. Pope silently follows behind you.
The step stool gives you an extra boost. There’s a large bowl on the very top shelf that you need so you can Lena can bake cookies. You grab it, but lean too far back. Your heart drops as you brace for impact, but a pair of arms catch you instead.
“Holy crap,” you murmur, looking at your savior.
Pope tsks and shakes your head, “You need to be more careful.” He helps you stand up right as you hand Lena the mixing bowl.
You give him a sheepish smile, “I know, but you’re also always there to catch me, right?”
He silently rolls his eyes and watches as you and Lena start gathering the rest of the ingredients to bake.
He leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. He says things here and there, answers a question or two when Lena asks.
“Okay, now we need to get a whisk-oh! Thanks, babe!” Pope is already holding out a whisk to you that he grabbed as you were reading the instructions aloud. You kiss his cheek in appreciation and hand the whisk to Lena.
He comes up behind you, hugging you from behind and resting his head against yours as you watch his niece mix the cookie ingredients all together.
You’d just dried yourself off after a shower. You’re standing at the bathroom sink, drying out your hair when Pope appears in the threshold. He leans against the wall, watching you. You catch his eyes in the reflection and softly smile at him. You go back to getting ready for bed.
After setting the hair dryer down, you go to grab your brush, but you see Pope standing behind you already, brush in hand. You stand there as he brushes through your hair, careful not to hurt you in anyway.
Once he’s done, he sets the brush down and kisses your head. He goes back to being a silent observer.
You grab your skincare and start your routine. You feel his eyes completely focused on you the entire time. You don’t feel unsettled. You feel seen, appreciated, loved, and protected.
“Does he do that all the time?” Your friend, Ella, asks, nodding to Pope who’s sitting at the bar counter, watching you.
You glance at him over your shoulder and then turn back to Ella, “He’s protective of me.”
“It’s creepy.”
You roll your eyes, having explained this to several people beforehand, “It’s how he shows he cares. Besides, he’s out DD if we get too fucked up.”
“That’s what Ubers are for.”
You scoff, “Why pay for a ride when Andrew can drive us for free?”
“Okay, but he’s been staring at you nonstop,” her eyes glance back at Pope in a disgusted way, “He’s not controlling or anything, is he?” she looks at you seriously, silently asking a question you’ve gotten before.
You sigh, “I’m fine. I promise. Andrew’s not like that. He just shows his love and care differently than others. It took me some time to understand it too, but he treats me so much better than anyone has.”
Ella slowly nods, “Alright, but if he hurts you in anyway-”
You chuckle, “I know, girl. I’ll let you know.”
Pope brought you to The Drop so he can discuss some things with his brothers. You’re sitting at the counter, drinking a soda, and scrolling through your phone when a man decides to take up residence right next to you.
You sigh and say, “Not interested,” without looking up from your phone.
The man scoffs, “Not even gonna let me say ‘hi’ or nothing?”
“Nope,” you don’t give the man any satisfaction of looking at him. Instead you continue drinking your soda and scrolling through your phone.
The man fully faces you, “I can treat you real good.”
“I’m taken.”
“And where’s your guy right now, huh?”
“Right here,” you hear Pope speak behind you and you smile into your straw. You completely turn to face Pope, “Everything good?”
His eyes soften when he looks at you, “Yeah. Go start the car,” he hands his car keys to you.
You close your hands around his, “I’m fine. Let’s go.” You see him hesitating but immediately nods. You guide him out of the bar and he’s following you, but not before sending a deadly glare back to the man who was bothering you.
You’re sitting in the sand, back pressed against an eroding wall, alone. You just needed some fresh air and sunshine after a rough few days. You listen to the waves crashing against the shore, the sound of children screaming with laughter, seagulls flying above head.
You hear a jingling of keys paired with the sounds of heavy boots approaching. A shadow looms over you, but you know who it is. You look up and see Pope staring down at you. He’s giving you a questioning gaze.
“I’m okay. Just needed to think.”
He nods and sits on the wall, right behind you. You lean against his legs, his hands resting on your shoulders.
You two sit there in a comfortable silence.