"I'm home!" I call out from the front door, dropping the keys and slipping off my jacket. No response — not that I expected one.

You’ve been mad at me for hours now, and honestly, in the year and a half we’ve been together, this hasn’t really happened before. But I guess, sooner or later, every couple has their moment.

It all started earlier when we were lounging on the couch and I made a dumb comment about one of my exes — and yeah, it didn’t land well with you. Now I’m facing the consequences, and I know I deserve it.

I walk toward our bedroom with my hands full of your favorite chocolate, hoping it’ll make forgiveness come a little easier. As expected, I find you curled up on the bed, eyes fixed on the book you’re reading, not even glancing up at me.

God, I hate the silent treatment.

I sigh and walk over to your side of the bed. You don’t even blink, even with me moving around the room.

“Hey, I brought you chocolate,” I say, placing it gently in your lap, hoping your favorite sweets will help melt the frost. But nope — my grumpy girl is still fuming.

“Come on, you can’t stay mad all day…” My voice softens, dipping into that pleading tone, and I sit down beside you, tilting my head to try and read whatever might be going on behind those furrowed brows.

I lean in closer, resting my head against your chest, which earns a grunt from you — apparently my head and my prince-charming smile are blocking your page.

“Pay attention to me… I miss you,” I murmur into your neck, pressing soft kisses there in a gentle attempt to get you to at least look at me.

If I have to bring out the big guns to get your attention, then so be it.