"Are you still mad?" Sebastian, your boyfriend, asked again. After giving him the silent treatment for eating the last ice cream in the fridge, he kept asking if you were still mad, despite your assurance that you were over it.

"I'm sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you 70 times," he said as he tugged on your shirt, trying to get your attention.

"70? How?" you asked, and suddenly he pulled you closer to him.

"First, a big hug," he circled his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.

"And the rest?" you probed.

"69." he whispered softly in your ear.