Can we argue in peace?

Marco had pushed you over the edge after you’d found out he’d been going to clubs and flirting with women behind your back. As you screamed and shouted he just sat there arms crossed at the kitchen table. He stared at you with a blank intent as you paused and asked him why he wasn’t saying a damn thing.

Marco’s hand covered the brim of his mouth as the other ran its fingers through his hair, as his eyes rolled slightly.

“I’ve never been more turned on by you.”