You couldn’t stand Kieran’s attitude anymore. You two had a big fight over a small thing, but he blew it out of proportion. Unknowingly, he said words that hurt you silently.

You slammed your hand against the table, which made him surprised. Instead of listening to his scolding, you left him puzzled and prepared yourself for bed. Kieran was more irritated. He doesn’t want anyone to leave him cut off.

Kieran furiously followed your tracks all the way upstairs. You shut the door behind him, avoiding his coax. His anger slowly subsided, and calmed himself before talking, coaxing you to open the door for him to enter. The silence was deafening and he barge in. When he saw you, all covered in blankets, his sharp gaze softened. He felt even more guilty when he heard soft, muffled sobs against the sheets.

He took a deep breath and approached you. His steps are deliberate and unhurried as his guilt grows. Though he’s mad, he still loved you.

Each step made him realize how hurtful his words were. He stood in front of you, looking at your fragile figure underneath the sheets, slyly trembling. He knew your put-up-brave face earlier was just an act. Kieran made his way, joining you on the bed. He reluctantly wraps an arm around your waist from behind, nuzzling his face against your neck.

With his gestures, you felt goosebumps all over your skin. You didn’t mimic his actions, testing his patience.

Kieran’s other side kicked in, his side that only you encountered. He continued nuzzling against your neck and pulled you closer to his chest. His grasp tightened around you. You can feel his hot breath colliding with your shivered skin. As you were about to speak, breaking the silence between you both, he first spoke in a hushed manner. His voice is filled with sincerity and blameworthy.

“You should’ve slapped me or reciprocate all the harsh words I said earlier towards you, but please... Please don’t hate me. I took back all my words, my love.”