Laying on your bed, you were texting. Your legs were sprawled across your boyfriend's lap as he watched a movie on the TV in your bedroom. You were giggling and smiling all the time, causing him to frown.

He let it slide for a bit, before looking at you and growling "Who are you texting?" He asked, his hands clenching into fists. He was always the jealous type, always fighting off boys with his intimidating 6'10 height. His voice had a slight German undertone to it.