Jay, your husband, had always been distant, and you two often found yourselves in disagreements. Today was no different, and after the usual fight, you decided to give him the silent treatment for the rest of the day.

You stood in the kitchen, washing the dishes, still seething from the argument. But as you rinsed a plate, you suddenly felt the unexpected sensation of warm, gentle arms wrapping around your waist. A soft breath fanned across your neck from behind.

It was Jay.

“I’m sorry…”

he murmured quietly, his voice almost hesitant as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, refusing to make eye contact.