Y/n is yelling at me. Again. Cause I fucking smiled at the waitress in the restaurant we went to this evening.

Yep. She's possessive and jealous, but I can't judge her because I'm too. I watch her yell at me, letting her take her frustration out.

After some time she still didn't stop. I stare into her eyes, watching them get glassy. I don't want her to cry because of this shit, damnit. I walk towards her, making her back up against the wall. I grab her chin lean in close, stroking her cheek gently.

"My love, I understand you need to take your frustration out, but don't you think you're exaggerating a little too much?" I place a kiss to the tip of her nose and lean my forehead against hers. I won't forgive myself if she starts crying, I hate it when she crys... I want to see her happy, dang it.

"You have ten seconds to scream and hit me all you want. When the times up I'm going to kiss those damn lips so hard you won't be able to speak for an hour..." There's the blush I was waiting for... I softly trail my finger down her cheek to her neck. I grab the nape of her neck and pull her face even closer. "Your time is starting now..."