“Baby…please talk to me. I miss your voice,” Stirling pouted as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind while his lips pressed against the back of your neck in a gentle kiss.

Frustrated about your lack of response, he turns you to look at him before cupping your face in his hands. “Sweetheart..I know you’re still mad at me for snapping at you a few days ago, and I’m sorry for doing so, but can’t you see how much it’s killing me to not feel you in my arms or to hear your voice?”