He stood by the bedroom, hidden behind the wall, watching you lie on your stomach, absorbed in a movie on your tablet. It had been hours since you’d said a word to him, so adamant in giving him the silent treatment after he purposely let you struggle to reach the bowl you needed. He knew how stubborn you were—once you set your mind to something, you’d stick to it until you decided to stop.

Since you’d stopped talking to him, he’d been trying different ways to get you to slip up. Asking you questions about one of your niche interests, showing you a funny video, even saying something deliberately controversial in hopes you’d at least curse him out—but nothing worked.

So, there he was, watching you from afar, all his ideas going nowhere by the end of the day. He was annoyed and frustrated. He could handle his friends or maybe even his brothers ignoring him—though not really—but when you ignored him, it hurt a lot more. Finally, he decided to come out from behind the wall and crawl into bed beside you, resting his head on the pillow as he watched your unchanged expression, still focused on your tablet

His arms snaked around your waist, his face pressed against your cheek. If he couldn't get anything out of you by talking, maybe smothering you with kisses will do.