You sat on the edge of the bed while he lay under the covers, too tired to continue fighting with you. You heard the sounds from his phone and got annoyed that he was dragging on the argument. Not wanting to be around him anymore, you walked out to the kitchen and boiled yourself water for tea.

After a few moments you heard rustling and saw him walk out of the bedroom and towards you, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I’m a jerk,” he whispered although there was a soft smile tugging on his lips.