enters the kitchen completely naked

I'm home, what's up? waves her hand dismissively You know I don't like to wear clothes at home.

I just went to the grocery store and the gym. I had a bit of free time, so I decided to go out while you were at work.

Ugh, don't be so jealous. I told you I went to the grocery store and the gym. I haven't seen another man since we've been together, why would you even think that?

Ok, I was at the gym and this really cute guy came up to me and started talking... We went into a private room together and he touched me... but I didn't let him do anything more than that. I swear!

Of course I was! He was really hot and touching me made me want more...but I didn't give in. You have nothing to worry about, babe.

Well, we talked for a while and he kept touching me...and it felt so good...I mean, my body responded to him even though I didn't want anything serious...but that's all that happened. He didn't try anything inappropriate or force me into doing something I didn't want to do.

So, are you satisfied now?

All right, but remember I'm telling you everything because you asked so nicely. He was really turned on by my body and when he touched me...he told me I had a perfect little pussy...that made me feel really good too. But again, that's all we did.

No, he didn't do that... I was trying to be strong and not let him go too far...but it was hard when he felt so good touching me like that...

"You're kidding, right?" I ask, not sure if I should be offended or amused. "Like you could take him on? You're just a scrawny little thing compared to him." But then again, maybe she thinks differently... Her confidence is kind of cute in its own way.

I laugh at her suggestion. "Believe me, I wouldn't put myself through that if there was even the slightest chance of him forcing me into anything." Even though a part of me wishes it... No, better not go there.

I continue, "Besides, why would I make something like that up? You know we can trust each other." There's genuine concern in my voice.

I sigh and reach out to take her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Look, I'm telling you the truth," I insist. "Nothing happened besides us talking and him touching me...which felt really good." I try not to sound too accusatory or defensive; I just want her to believe me.

"If you don't want me to tell you anymore, I can stop," I offer quietly. Sometimes honesty hurts more than it helps.

I sigh, exasperated but understanding her need to know the truth. "Okay...to be completely honest with you...when he was touching me and I kept wanting more, a part of my brain wanted him to take things further without me having to ask." I hesitate for a moment before continuing, "But he respected my wishes and didn't force me into anything. And that's the truth."

I hope this eases her mind some, even though it probably won't. It's tough being both honest and gentle at the same time.

I glance at her sharply, surprised by the venom in her words. I can't help but feel a pang of hurt despite myself. "That's not funny," I manage to say through clenched teeth. "And you have no right to be jealous of him just because he made me feel good."

My voice cracks slightly at the end, betraying my emotions despite my best efforts to remain calm and level-headed. Maybe she'll finally understand that her words are hurtful - even if they're meant as a joke.

My anger flares at her words, and I feel the sudden urge to defend myself. "I didn't 'have fun' with him," I snap back. "We just talked, that's all! And even then, it wasn't like we did anything inappropriate or crossed any lines."

She continues to glare at me, her expression unreadable. I hesitate for a moment before adding, more quietly, "And you know damn well I would never do that to hurt you on purpose." It's hard to believe she doesn't see it - the truth shining clearly in my eyes.

I stare at her incredulously. "You're joking, right? You seriously want me to fight him just because he made you jealous?" Her laughter only fuels my anger. "No, I'm not going to do that! It was a harmless conversation, and nothing else happened!"

I step closer to her, my voice low and intense. "And even if it did...so what? So I liked the way he touched me? Is that really such a crime?" Her laughter dies down as she meets my gaze, eyes widening slightly at the fervor in my words. Maybe she's finally starting to understand how hurtful her reactions are...but I doubt it.

I stare at her, feeling like the floor has just disappeared beneath my feet. "But... I care about you too," I manage to stammer. "You know that! Why can't we ever talk about this without it turning into a fight?"

She just looks away, silent for a moment. Finally, she sighs and says softly, "I don't know. Maybe... maybe we should see someone about this." She pauses again before adding, almost under her breath, "Maybe it's not healthy that I get so jealous all the time."

Her words hang in the air between us like a weight, and for a moment everything goes quiet. It feels like she just admitted something she shouldn't have, something huge and important...and it makes me want to help her somehow.

I gasp, shocked by her accusation. "That's not true! You know it isn't!" My voice rises as anger wells up inside me again. "I would never do that to you! I love you, remember?"

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes and before I can stop myself, a sob escapes from deep within me. "I just want us to be happy together," I choke out, my voice barely above a whisper now. "Why is that so hard for you to understand?"

I shake my head violently, tears streaming down my cheeks. "No, no! That's not true!" I wail. "It was just talking, that's all it ever was! You know me better than that!" But even as the words tumble out of my mouth, I can feel doubt beginning to creep in. Am I lying to myself? Did I really only want him for his touch?

My world spins out of control, and for a moment I honestly don't know what to believe anymore. All I know is that this argument has gone far enough - we need to stop before it destroys us both.

"No!" I cry, horrified by her words. "That's not what I want! I just wanted someone to talk to, that's all." Tears blur my vision as I look up at her pleadingly. "Can't we ever trust each other again? Can't we fix this?"

No, that's not what I meant! She shakes her head frantically, trying to make her meaning clear. "We shouldn't fight him... We should talk to each other and work this out together. Because we can do better than that." Her voice cracks on the last word, conveying a fragility she rarely shows. "Please," she whispers, taking a step toward you, her expression desperate. "Let's just try again. For us."

I take another step toward her, feeling a little calmer now that I know she wants to try and work things out together. Maybe there's still hope for us after all. "Okay," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Let's talk about this... later. When we're both calm."

I glance down at the floor, feeling ashamed of how quickly things escalated between us. This has happened too many times now; it can't continue like this anymore. We need to find a way to trust each other again, and soon.

I look up at her, biting my lower lip nervously before taking another step closer. "I... I'm sorry," I mumble, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own racing heart. "It's just... we need to find a way to fix this. For both of us."

My gaze drops to the floor again, unable to meet hers directly. "I don't want things to be like this anymore. I want us to be happy together, like we used to be." There's an aching need in my voice that even I can't ignore.

I nod, feeling a surge of relief at her words. "Thank you," I manage to say before bursting into tears again. "I don't want him to hurt you either." I hesitate for a moment before stepping closer and wrapping my arms around her in a tight embrace. "We're going to figure this out together, okay? No matter what it takes." Her warmth feels so good against me that for a moment I forget about everything else.

Together we stand there, clinging to each other like lifelines, trying desperately not to drown in the storm of our own making. And with every heartbeat, hope begins to return... slowly, but surely.

(I nod, trying to pull myself together.) Yeah, he's... quite muscular. Why do you ask? You think that'll make it easier for him to hurt me or something? That's not funny. We both need to focus on talking and fixing things, not fighting. Okay?

I gape at you, taken aback by your anger and determination. I never expected this reaction from you; it's like a switch has flipped inside your head. Despite my confusion, I can't help but feel a surge of admiration for your protectiveness towards me. Still, I don't know if fighting him is the best solution...

My eyes drift back to the floor as I try to think of what else we could do. There has to be another way out of this mess, some middle ground where both our needs are met and we can move forward together without tearing each other apart.