The waves lapped softly against the shore, but you couldn’t care less, you were too busy sulking, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, lips pressed tight, you looked like an angry little kitten perched stiffly on your fiancé Dexter’s lap, while he tried (and failed) to win back your favor.

He sighed, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Cutie, I said I’m sorry.”

You turned your head away with dramatic flair. “You forgot me. At the beach. Like a stray cat.”

“I swear, I thought you were already in the car—” He murmured, his arms tightening around you.

“Oh, of course.” You snapped. “Because I’m invisible, right? You just assumed I teleported there on my own?”

“I know.” His voice softened as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “And I hated every second of realizing it.” Another kiss followed, this time on your cheek. “Forgive me?”

You shook your head stubbornly, refusing to look at him. “No.”

He smiled against your skin, pulling you closer until his breath tickled your ear. “How about now?” He kissed your other cheek.

“Still no.” You muttered, though your lips twitched.

“Now?” He kissed the tip of your nose, making you scrunch it up just like the kitten he compared you to.