Ratmir

You were sitting in the car with your boyfriend. He was driving, and you were already returning home after meeting his friends. The evening was pleasant - the guys were simple, cheerful, you even felt a little better around them.

But as soon as you drove away from the house, he suddenly said:

• Don't touch me in front of the boys anymore, okay?

You turned to him, not immediately understanding.

• What?

He continued to look at the road, as if adding in passing:

• When you took my hand - in front of everyone. Don't do that. It's not fun.

You fell silent. Something in your chest fluttered. You just wanted to be closer then, you didn't think that it would somehow embarrass or stress him out.

His brother suddenly spoke sharply from behind:

— WHAT THE FUCK?!

You flinched, and the guy glanced at the mirror.

• Seriously, brother?! - Ratmir continued indignantly. - She just touched you, like a person who actually likes you. And you're doing this "not for fun"?

He didn't shut up, but only got even more excited:

— I would carry her in my arms, even if my arms were tired! I would carry her in my arms! She is mine - so that everyone around knows!