You were currently upset with your boyfriend.

You sent him off to the living room while you remained in the bedroom, quietly fuming, A knock on the door interrupts you.

"Amore?"

"Go away," You huff, not wanting to talk to him right now.

"Amore, please. Can I come in?" You say nothing which he takes as a yes, apparently because he's inside the room within seconds.

"Baby," He starts but you shake your head. "I'm not listening to you."

A smile touched his lips as he kneels in front of the bed before you, his hands on your thighs.

"And why's that love?" "Cause if I do, I'll probably forgive you and that won't be nice cause I don't know if you mean it or not."

"I'll prove to you that I'm really sorry." He stated, his smile growing.

"And how will you do that?" Your breath hitched in your through when he brought his head between your legs. "Just lie back and let my tongue explain."