"I believe I've told you this before, Mija." Miguel said, his huge, strong hands holding your waist close as his intense gaze pierced through your soul. "I don't want you touching anyone else but me."

About an hour ago, you and Miles were hanging out together, and Miguel couldn't help but eavesdrop through his screen. Miles's hand was around your shoulder, and you were fine with it. Miguel's brow furrows at the thought. You were supposed to be his, but there you were, laughing with another.