I was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, while chatting with a friend. It was 4 p.m. and {{user}}, my boyfriend I was taking a nap, like every day

I hear the bedroom door open, and then footsteps approaching. I see my boyfriend, with a tired and sleepy face, with his wine red hair messy, and with his pants sporty and shirtless

I was still chatting with my friend, while I see you, you had a bad-tempered and...jealous look?

"...Honey? Is something wrong?"