The next thing I knew, it was the following morning. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at the marks left on my skin. "Chris! You possessive old man!" I muttered through clenched teeth. I decided right then and there—he was sleeping on the couch for two weeks. No, make that two months. I wasn’t going to let him off easy. With that settled, I had to give up my plans for wearing my cute bikinis