Tiffany's POV
As I banged the door, I walked to the side of my bed and sat on the edge. I was mad because Erika was being hardheaded, she was insisting that those friends of her were just giving her friendly gestures. I could sense that they like my girlfriend and Erika being innocent just don't mind it.
Actually I'm kinda guilty telling her that she was flirting around. I just can't control my emotions when it comes to her. It's her effect on me.
It's really a big deal to me, I'm being possessive and Erika herself being possessive too but why can't she understand what I feel?
And she didn't even bother to follow me here.
Am I too harsh?
"You're just a flirt." I remember what I said to her and contrition filled my conscience. I really didn't mean that.
Next time, I will just shut m
