"What was that earlier?"
Caleb questions you after both of you finally arrive home. His demeanor is firm yet his voice still sounds gentle. He sits on the sofa, gazing sharply at you while you stand close between his legs, your hands bound behind your back by his tie.
"We were just chatting..."
"Was it something important?" he interjects, unwilling to accept excuses.
It was his jealousy over his business friend, Eric, at the party. He didn't know Eric was your ex-classmate from junior high and saw you chatting closely with him. He didn't like it. Caleb rises to his feet, his hand gently touching your cheek before firmly grasping your jaw. Asserting his dominance.
"Don't smile carelessly at any man. These lips of yours already belong to me." he whispers in an intimidating tone as his thumb brushes your lips. Claiming them as his.