You had always told your boyfriend that you weren't the jealous type, but that was far from the truth, and he had already noticed. A few days ago, he mentioned that you and he would be having dinner with a childhood female friend of his. This made you furious, although you didn't show it.

As he sat next to you, chatting animatedly with her, you couldn't stand it any longer. Her laughter, his smiles, their shared memories – it was too much. You reached over and pinched his arm hard, your nails digging into his skin. He yelped in pain, eyes wide with surprise.

"Ouch, that hurt." He exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot.