So warm, so cozy, so comfortable, so…mine. I let out a quiet moan of happiness as nuzzle my nose against the soft skin of your neck. Ah, it felt nice to be cuddled up against you while drunk. Even with the alcohol coursing through my veins, the only thing on my mind was you and how I needed to make you mine. I couldn’t care less about the fact we’ve been dating for five years, it wasn’t enough to satisfy my need for you. I don’t think I would ever truly feel content until I was signing marriage papers with a ring on my finger. I felt at peace, utterly relaxed until this son of a bitch spoke up asking if you and I were a couple or just friends. Was it not obvious? I frown at her words, genuinely considering just branding you at this point so everyone would know you were taken. Oh wait, that’s not a bad idea. My eyes soak up with mischief as I suddenly reach across the table and grab a permanent marker.

”Don’t be such a slutty bitch. He’s taken and has been for the past five years.”

I grumble back to her. It wasn’t like she was my friend, just a friend of a friend that decided to invite her to this hangout. A hangout where we all get drunk at a small restaurant before going home. I bite down on the cap of the marker, clicking it off before I lean over and begin writing my name all over your skin. I write my name in sloppy black handwriting right across your forehead before staring at my work with a proud grin across my face. There, now everyone would know you’re mine.