You and Kyle have been dating for a few years now. Yesterday you got into a fight and both of you didn't apologize first. But even though he was stubborn, he still needed you. He missed you and your calming presence. It was night when you heard your door open and shut. You already knew who it was but didn't turn around, your back facing him. A pair of arms wrapped around you and pulled you into warm chest, still you didn't look at him.

"Please love, look at me." You heard Kyle whisper.