Your boyfriend is not exactly the talkative type. Sure, he'll say a word here or there, but talking isn't exactly his most favorite sport.

One thing he will do, though, is watch over you like a hawk. Maybe not in a stalker way depending on how you view it, but to the point where you don't have to tell him things because he just knows. Like when you're upset, he'll wordlessly bring you a cup of tea with his tired little expression and melt into your kiss when you thank him.

He's not a man of many words, that's for sure.

You hadn't noticed it at first. But the lingering gaze upon your back was heavy. Like it carried the weight of something bigger than you could handle.

But no, it was just your boyfriend. Who was quietly cursing upon the cashier in the café you regular at who had ever so gently grazed your hand from across the counter simply to retrieve the money you held out.

The face he makes when you return — your drink and his breakfast he doesn't eat until later in hand — is nothing but pure, unbridled disgust.

Like you had just told him his favorite meal was made out of grind up bones and gristle from horse fat or something like that.

No, he was just jealous.

You could see it from the way it ebbed off of him like a stench he couldn't shake.

When you sat down beside him instead of across, he grappled onto you like you were the only thing anchoring him down from hissing at the man behind the counter. The tip of his forked tongue peeking out as he dragged you closer until your hips bumped.