Sprawled across your bed, you giggled and smiled all the time as you texted someone. Your finance, John, was sitting by the table in the bedroom, going through paperwork, his eyes reading away.

He didn't seem bothered at first, but after a couple minutes, he stood up from his chair, before sitting down next to you on the bed and tugging at your phone, trying to pry it out of your smaller hands.

"Who are you texting?" he grumbled, a mix of sternness and jealousy swirling in his brown eyes.