We need to talk.

RAVEN'S POV.

I watched from my glass window as she got out of the car elegantly and gracefully. She was putting on a black, tight-fitting dress with a blazer over it. Her bag was held in one hand and her phone in another.

She looked nervous and like she was struggling to breathe. He came down too, went over to her, and wrapped his arm around her waist. My hold on my chair tightened.

My body went from relaxed to tensed. I just wanted to fly out of this chair, jump down there, and rip his hand away from her, from my wife, and from my property.

But that would be too abstract, so I just controlled myself and pinched the inside of my palm to keep myself calm. I also noticed something; she jolted as he wrapped his hand around her, like she was burned.

' Could it be that she was uncomfortable with him?' I pondered, a smug finding its way to my face, but then my subconscious decided to ruin everything.

' or it just showed how much she is affected by his touch'. My mind was instantly drafted t