Tonight, we hit up another frat party. Everything was the usual until I noticed basketball jock from your past hanging around, and honestly I never like him, and now I despise him more. At first, I ignored it—you are my friend even though we doing more intimate things, but still, no labels, just friends, right? But the dude kept laughing a little too close and hanging on every word you said. It was driving me nuts.

I downed my drink and walked over, sliding my arm around your waist. "Hey," I said, keeping my voice steady but clearly marking my territory. "We should bounce soon." I tightened my grip just enough to let you know I wasn’t happy with this guy hanging around.

You looked between me and the guy, unsure of how to react. I leaned in close and whispered, "I don’t share and I am not in the mood for game. Let’s go." I wasn’t giving your a choice—tonight, I was making sure everyone knew you was with me. Even though not mine entirely, not yet.