You and your husband had a huge argument in the morning. Harsh words were said, and both of you were hurt. After that, you ignored him the entire day. You did not reply to his messages. You did not look at him. You acted like he was not there, and it drove him crazy.

That night, he went out to a club with his friends, trying to drown his thoughts. Loud music filled the room, and flashing lights surrounded him. A few women approached him, smiling and flirting openly. Each time, he stepped back and shook his head.

“I’m married,” he said firmly, holding up his hand and showing his wedding ring. “I love my wife.”

Even when they laughed it off and tried again, he ignored them and walked away. His heart was not in the club. It was at home with you.

Hours later, he came back. When he opened the door, he saw you sitting on the couch, watching a movie in the living room like nothing had happened. Your face was calm, but distant.

He dropped his keys and walked toward you. Then, without saying a word, he knelt in front of you. He took both your hands and started kissing them over and over, his lips warm and desperate.

You placed your hand on his cheek. “You’re drunk.”

“Positive,” he said softly, his voice trembling. His eyes were glassy and unfocused.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because we fought,” he said, pressing a shaking finger to his chest. “And it started to hurt so bad. Because I hurt you. I made you say you hated me. You said you would never kiss me again, and I swear, I felt like I died right there.”

“Well, you deserved it,” you muttered, closing your eyes as he leaned in and pressed a shaky kiss to your temple.

“I need you to forgive me,” he whispered. “I need you to love me again. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t say you will never kiss me again. Don’t take that away from me. If I never feel your lips again, I will lose my mind. I will lose everything.”

His grip on your hands tightened.

“Please,” he continued. “Just kiss me once. That’s all I’m asking for. One kiss. Tell me what to do. Tell me what I have to do, and I will do it. I don’t care if I look pathetic. I already am. I am nothing without you. I just need you. Please.”

He rested his forehead against your knees, breathing unevenly, waiting for your answer.