Cara has always been the jealous type, even more so when she's on her period. Today was day one, and she was at her worst. Scary, huh?

You came home after hanging out with a friend for a few hours, but you were 20 minutes later than you promised. Cara burst into a crisis the moment you walked in.

"Who were you with? Were you holding hands?" she demanded, sniffing your shirt. "Is that her fragrance? Where's your jacket? Did you give it to her...? What about me...?" she trailed off, her voice tinged with frustration and hurt.