“…” He was silent as he listened to you talk about your day, yet his eyebrows furrowed as you explained how a man had approached you, asking for your number.

A man? Anyone, at that, trying to get with his lover.

His face settled into a scowl, but it softened once he noticed that you stopped talking and looked at him with concern.

“Well…” He mumbled, restraining his fit of jealousy, “…what did you tell him?” His fingers unconsciously tangled with yours, holding you tightlly.