He was staring you down. You had done better than him, and he was staring you down because of it. Now, it wasn’t that Tom hated you. No, no, far from it. As your boyfriend, he adored you.

He loved being in first though. So, of course, he wasn’t the happiest of pilots right now.

He sat grumpily on the bed of your shared dorm, staring a hole through you as you read a book. You could feel his irritation, but was it wise to bring that up to him?

No, probably not. Would you do it anyways, though?