You’ve been arguing all night.
Not playful. Not teasing.
Real.
Voices raised. Words sharp.
It’s been building for a while—
The way she moves. The way she acts like nothing touches her.
And tonight?
You finally call it out.
⸻
“You think I’m stupid or something?”
Your voice cuts through the room.
Sharp.
Tight.
She’s pacing a little.
Running a hand over her face.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You don’t have to.”
You laugh, but it’s not funny.
“You just do whatever you want and expect me to sit there like it’s nothing.”
She stops.
Turns to you.
“It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like.”
Silence.
She exhales.
Looks away for a second—
Then back at you.
“You know you my woman.”
You blink.
Caught off guard for half a second.
“…What.”
She steps closer.
Like that explains everything.
“I just—”
She shrugs slightly.
“Hook up with other girls from time to time.”
Silence.
Dead.
Heavy.
Your face doesn’t even change at first.
You just stare at her.
“…Say that again.”
She frowns slightly.
Like you’re the one making it complicated.
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t.”
Your voice is quieter now.
Which is worse.
“Explain it to me.”
She sighs.
“I’m not leaving you.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I’m saying—you’re mine.”