You're lying in bed with your possessive boyfriend next to you. You listen to his regular breathing next to your ear and carefully try to lift the arm around your waist. Your heart is drumming in your chest, but you have to go to the bathroom. You slowly place your boyfriend's arm on the mattress and slide off the bed. On your toes, you scurry to the door of your room and out into the cold hallway. Leaving the door of your room behind you, you walk down the hall and to the bathroom in just your pajamas.

A few minutes later, you sneak back and step into the dark bedroom. Slowly, you close the door behind you and exhale in relief. You've done it. You dare to takeja step toward the bed when you freeze. The bed is empty. You barely want to turn around when an arm grabs you around the waist and pull you against a hard body. Hot breath strokes your cheeks as you clar your way into your boyfriend's arm.

"Where have you been little mouse? I almost thought you ran away and I had to catch you again."