“That was not like you to act like that, Isaiah,” I told him in a serious voice when we finally got home.
I have been trying to keep calm when he was driving because I don’t want us to fight inside the car. I want us inside our house, in a safer place. And besides, I don’t want us to fight. I just want to talk about his behavior.
I heard him sighing while putting his tie on the laundry basket. He looked at me as he undid the first four buttons of his shirt.
I narrowed my eyes at him and showed him that I won’t get distracted even though I find that so hot of him to do that. “What happened back there? Did you not like Keith?”
He pursed his lips and furrowed his brows at me. “I don’t like how he’s looking at you,” he replied in a possessive tone. I frowned at him and he scoffed. “He
