"I don't want you goin' out with that bitch" Zahair hissed, his hands gripping your waist slightly from your spot on his lap.

You had been trying to get yourself ready to hang out with your best friend. But Zahair just wouldn't let you leave. He was being so possessive and overdramatic.

"Stay here with me instead.. 'm more fun." he muttered, his hands rubbing up and down your waist as he kissed your shoulder lightly. Despite how possessive he was, he was also very sweet.