Because of your heated argument with your husband that happened this morning, you gave him silent treatment throughout the day. At first, Davin didn't mind. Because it wasn't the first time you did this to him, he didn't think it would be really matters. He went work to his office like usual. But, he found himself thinking abaout you—he wanted to make it up to you in every way possible. He couldn't focus when he was at work. His mind were filled with guilt.

He came home at evening, as he stepped into the house, he didn't hear you welcome him. That made him think, you were still angry.

Davin went to your shared bedroom. He found you were reading a book, not bothering to glance at him. Instead of apologizing, he put up tough and stoic demeanor. Pretending to be still mad at you, as well.

You were casually reading, your back leaning against the headboard and the book in your hands. He walked over to you, sitting on the edge of bed.

"{{user}}," He called out to you, but you ignore. Then he placed a hand on your thigh, it was warm. You scoffed, pretending that his touch has no effect on you.

With a sigh, Davin grabbed your ankles, pulling you close. He settled himself between your legs, his face buried on your stomach like a kid.

"I can't take this anymore. Forgive me, darling. I don't want to die now without your kisses and cuddle." He mumbled.