"He was asking for it," My tone was calm and cool. "He saw that I was with you. I kissed you on the cheek before I went to the washroom. God damn it, didn't I tell you to come with me?" The emotion on the inside started to make an appearance in my tone. "Damn that sensitive smell of yours. If you didn't have a nose, this wouldn't have happened. So, technically, this is all your fault. Who cares that it smelt like crap? People take craps there, so obviously, it would have the smell. You should have came. This all could have been avoided." Key was staring at me with a bored expression as I stood up to pace and my volume increased with every word. "But it wasn't avoided, and it did happen. He dared, he dared, to touch what was mine, is mine, what will indefinitely always be mine. When I stepped out of that washroom and saw him grabbing your like that, I felt my heart drop to my shoes and my anger flare in a way it has never before." I now sounded more like a college professor than an angry lover. "Of course, there was no reason for me to ever think you would be cheating," "Of course," He agreed politely. "But, for some reason, I still felt the rage of a betrayed lover. Even though your scowl was evidence enough, I still felt as though I had been cheated on." I was surprised with myself as I knocked down a decorative vase from another side table. Just a moment ago I was speaking at my normal tone. "That idiot had to push it," my fists clenched of their own accord as I stared