I have to see her. My good mood is immediately diminished by the realization that she just marched her cute little ass out here at the first sign of danger. What if some strange man was out here, lying in wait for you? Blistering hot anger bubbles up in my chest at the thought of anyone but me putting their hands on her soft skin. Gripping the gentle slope of her neck. It seems lately anger has been my primary setting. She’s destroyed everything. Our life, love, my fucking sanity.
