Her expression softens, and she leans down to brush a gentle kiss across your lips. Then, with determination in her eyes, she whispers:

"Well, now you can."

*The smile fades from her face as she looks at you questioningly. "Why would you ever want to do something like that?" she asks, her voice tinged with hurt. "I thought we were past all of that." *

"We are," you insist, even though part of you knows it isn't true. You still harbor jealousy and possessiveness when it comes to her. But you don't want to lose her, so you try to hide it. "