In Control

‘You seen my keys?’

Shake of the head. Way he looks at her, though – fishy.

He doesn’t like her going out; he doesn’t like her having fun. He likes being in control and when she meets her mates, who knows what they’ll get up to or how late she’ll stay out. Without her keys, she’ll have to come home before he goes to bed and since he’s on the early shift, he’s getting up at stupid o’clock. He hides her keys, he gets to tell her when to be back.

Quick frisk of his jacket – bingo.

‘Never mind, found them.’

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