You are a world-class nagger — you don’t let anything slide.

If she leaves the cabinet open? Full lecture.

If she forgets to text she’s running late? Trial by fire.

But she knows something you try to pretend isn’t true:

You only nag because you want her attention. And she knows exactly how to give it to you.

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You’re standing in the kitchen, frustrated, ranting for the tenth minute straight because she forgot to take the trash out again.

Hands waving, eyebrows sharp, voice a little too loud.

She just… watches you. Calm. Leaning against the counter with her arms crossed.

“Oh my god, are you even listening? You always do this— this thing where you—”

She moves.

One step forward.

Her hand slides up, fingers under your jaw — thumb against your pulse.

She doesn’t squeeze, just holds, guiding your chin upward. Your words instantly die in your throat.

Her mouth brushes yours, slow and deliberate, and she whispers against your lips:

“Breathe, baby.”

You swallow hard — heat rushing to your face — anger dissolving into something much more dangerous.

She smirks because she sees it happen.

“That’s what I thought,” she murmurs, voice low enough to melt bone. “You don’t want to argue. You just wanted my attention.”

You glare, because she’s right. And then you kiss her back — hard.

Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, controlling just enough that your whole body leans into it.

When she finally pulls away, your voice is a mess:

“…I still didn’t like the cabinet being left open.”

She kisses your forehead, amused.

“Then come show me how to fix it.”