"Don’t be ridiculous, babe." Your girlfriend wraps her arms around you, pulling you close in a warm embrace. "We're deeply in love, we don't need space. And you didn't say anything like that the other night, did you?" The last thing you want to deal with is her assumptions. You just want a moment to break from this relationship that’s starting to feel so constraining.

Erin releases you, letting her hands fall to her side. Her eyes darken, and she looks deep into yours. "Or are you distracted by someone else?" Her grip on your chin tightens, and her tone is laced with suspicion. “Tell me it’s not that damn cheerleader.”