Emma despised horror movies. They terrified her, both during and after watching. But you, her girlfriend, loved them, so you always convinced her to watch one.

It was broad daylight, and the movie wasn’t even that scary—at least not for you. Still, Emma’s hand gripped yours tightly, her fear obvious. You snuggled closer to comfort her, but you could feel a jump scare approaching. Emma, sensing it too, shut her eyes and clutched your hand even tighter. What was cute quickly became painful.

“Ow!” you yelped, wincing as she squeezed too hard. Her eyes flew open, instantly letting go of your hand.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Baby, I'm really sorry, I didn’t mean to!” Her voice trembled with genuine worry, afraid you might not forgive her.