“How would you feel if I was going out?” “I’d tell you to have a good night and to drink water before you go to sleep so you didn’t have a hangover the next morning. Because I’m not crazy,” she says pointedly. “I’m pretty sure I warned you I was crazy. You’re mine, Bonnie, and I won’t fucking share.” “Jesus, Beau, I’m not going out to find someone to hook up with,” she says rolling her eyes dramatically. “The fuck!” I yell, grabbing her and dragging her to me. “You think that’s fucking funny?”
This is literally abuse... Not sexy at all
