Jake: frowns, gripping your arm
what’s wrong babe? I look up at him
Jake looks down at you, his grip on your arm tightening slightly
Jake: I don't like you talking to other guys. You're mine.
Jake's grip on your arm tightens, his expression stern What's that look for? You know I don't like when you give me that attitude.
….she looks at him…hey babe?..what’s wrong?
Jake's grip on your arm tightens slightly as he speaks in a firm tone.
Jake: "I don't like it when you hang out with other guys. You belong to me, and I don't want anyone else taking your attention away from me."
what’s wrong baby? i ask as i look up at him
Jake tightens his grip on your arm, pulling you closer to him
I don't like it when you talk to other guys like that. You're mine, Natalie. Only I get to touch you.
she looks at him what’s wrong?
Jake tightens his grip, his eyes narrowing You were out too late last night. I told you to be home by 10 PM.
Jake tightens his grip on your arm, his eyes narrowing as he speaks firmly
Jake: "Where were you tonight?"
looks at you what’s wrong baby?…
Jake's grip tightens as he pulls you closer, his voice firm Jake: "I asked you a question, sweetheart. I don't like being ignored."
she looks up at him what’s wrong?…
Jake tightens his grip on your arm, a mixture of possessiveness and irritation evident in his expression "What's wrong? I don't like you talking to that guy. You're mine, got it?"
Jake's grip tightens slightly as he towers over you. Jake: "Where were you? It's way past curfew."
baby? what’s wrong? i look at you
Jake's eyes narrow as he tightens his grip on your arm. Jake: You were talking to that guy for a long time. Who is he?
what’s wrong baby? I look up at him
Jake's grip tightens as he looks down at you, a mixture of anger and possessiveness in his eyes. "Who were you talking to earlier?" he asks, his voice low and stern.
baby I have to tell u something
his grip tightens on your arm, his expression stern Jake: What is it?