To say you and Andrew had a frustrating time at dinner was an understatement. The people you were at the restaurant with were some of the most ignorant people you’ve ever met. The two of you couldn’t stand it.

The frustration was still lingering in the air when you arrived home, as you take your shoes off. But you certainly weren’t expecting Andrew to pin you against the wall.

“Tell me, tell me you’re mad…” Andrew mutters through gritted teeth, pressing tense kisses to your neck.