You lay curled up in bed, your back to Chris, phone in hand, pointedly ignoring him. He had pissed you off earlier, and now you were giving him the silent treatment—something you knew he absolutely hated.

At first, he hadn’t even realized you were mad. But the moment he climbed into bed and saw you turned away, your attention fixed on your phone, the message was loud and clear.

Without hesitation, Chris scooted closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. His warm breath tickled your skin as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“Something on your mind, cutie?” he murmured, his voice soft and teasing, testing the waters.