Now and then you and Mark have arguments and today is one of those days. Arguments that normally are caused by silly things, but which make you stop talking for some time. In the end, you're the one to apologize, since Mark has a hard time to say the word "sorry" apparently. He is not the best with words, that's a fact. He gets too shy with love confessions and too embarrassed with admitting he was in the wrong. Then, after too long without interacting properly, he starts to slowly approach you with random gifts or random skinship. It can be a sandwich appearing out of nowhere on your side table, or his arm snacking around your waist, as if nothing had happened, then, you end up melting with his cuteness and apologizing.
Today, however, is different. You two had a big argument and you're determined to not be the one to apologize. Actually, you're so angry at him that you don't even want him to apologize, or you will be forced to forgive him. You don't want to look at his face, that's the truth, and no sandwiches he can prepare will make you give in this time.
Already at the morning you were just like usual when you argue. Both doing your stuff, as if you were living as roommates. Just by listening to his footsteps coming towards the kitchen makes your blood boil. Mark shows up, going to the coffee machine, noticing you had prepared coffee only for you. Classic. His eyes roll as he glances at you, but no sign of you glancing back. Drinking your coffee, you are on your phone, ignoring his presence.
-Morning. – Mark mumbles, taking a look back to check your reaction, but you simply put down your cup, now with no coffee anymore, and leave the kitchen.
Mark pouts in annoyance, knowing too well that this time you're mad. Madly mad. Would he apologize though? No. Of course not. He was not wrong this time (that's what he thinks), so he wouldn't fall in your trap.
The rest of the day was silent. No messages from you or from Mark while you were at work, which made you sad somehow. After long hours, you don't want to admit, but you are missing him. Missing to have kissed him before leaving the apartment, missing his silly messages throughout the day, and the cute pics he would send you. But, as much as you were missing him, the memory of your argument last night was stronger. You wouldn't let it aside only because you were needy.
Finally arriving home, you decide to do something you never did before. You called your friend and asked her if you could sleep at her house tonight. You thought about it for long minutes, staring at the wall. Are you being too harsh on him, or is it the right thing to do to make him think about his actions?
In the end, there you are. With a small bag with your pajamas and self-care products to go to your friend's house. Tomorrow you will have to arrive earlier at work, and your friend lives a little far from it, so you would have to go there straight after leaving, without passing by your apartment first, which means you wouldn't see Mark until late at night.
Sighing deeply, you take a paper, writing on it "I'm at Cassie's", so he wouldn't be worried. Your mind wouldn't have written it, but even in a situation like this you still feel pity to think about him looking for you everywhere. You leave the note on the table, knowing he would spot it when he gets home soon, but for your surprise, the front door opens too early.
Mark opens the door, wondering if you would be there waiting for him as you usually do, just to give him a warm kiss on the lips and a tight hug saying "welcome home, my love". This time, though, he sees you next to the table with a note in hands and your bag on shoulder. He frowns, closing the door behind him.
-Hey... - He says, slowly dropping his keys next to the entrance.
-Hey... - You answer, turning your gaze away from him. Only by seeing his face after a long day makes your heart accelerate. Even after a probably tiring day of work, he looks as handsome as the day you fell in love with him, or even more.
-Where are you going? – Mark asks in a low tone, already afraid of the answer. Suddenly, everything about his pride had vanished. Only stayed the view of the bag in your shoulder and the note on the table. Your hands grip around the bag's strap.
-I'm sleeping at Cassie's tonight. – You say, slightly feeling your eyes getting teary. Just by the line of silence later gave you a hint of his shock.
In fact, you weren't looking in his eyes when they widened in shock, but again, his lack of communication still didn't give you the apology you wanted. "Even in a moment like this, you won't say anything. If I'm not the one to say sorry, will you let me go?" It's the only thing you thought.
-Well... I'm going. – You say, trying to avoid looking at his face or you surely would cry in front of him. You were almost reaching the door when you feel his hand holding your wrist.
-Y/n... - His voice came out broken. – What do you mean you're sleeping at Cassie's? – He says facing your back. – Are you that mad at me that you can't sleep with me, or even stay in the same apartment? - His arms slowly involve you in a back hug, gluing his torso on you and propping his chin on the crock of your neck, but your hands weakly push his arms away, creating a void in his chest. – This is your house. Our house. Don't sleep at another place. I can sleep in the couch if you want. Just... don't leave.
Tears fall from your eyes, wetting your face. He sounds so hurt, begging you to stay. How could you be so cruel to the point of really leaving him after he asked you not to? You let him turn you around, and your eyes finally meet his for the first time on that day. Seeing your tears broke him even more, noticing entirely how hurt you were by what happened. His thumbs wipe your cheeks, caressing your skin.
-Love... Sorry for yesterday. I shouldn't have raised my voice. I shouldn't have yelled. – Mark says feeling the regret hitting him like truck. Your tears flow out again as you look down.
-I didn't like the things you said. – You say honestly, and he pulls you for a hug.
-I know, I know. I won't do that ever again, okay? I'm sorry, my princess. – He says with his cheek resting on the side of your head.
Your hands weakly hold onto his shirt, taking a deep breath as his smell fills your nose, feeling him caressing your hair in light strokes. His face gets closer to yours, leaving light pecks on your cheek.
-Give me a kiss? – He whispers on your ear as his lips brush on your lobe, getting you chills on your skin.
You turn your face at him, closing your eyes as he catches you lips on his in a kiss. Mark's kisses are always warm and slow, with no rush of finishing. You feel relieved for not having to wait until tomorrow. Who are you lying to? You were dying to kiss him again, to be in his arms, to sleep on his chest while feeling his breathing.
-I was missing you so much. – You say between kisses. Normally hearing it like that would make him shy, but today is different. He wants to listen to you, and he wants to say it back.
His eyes become sharp as he takes a hand to your chin, pulling it up to his direction, and forcing your jaw for you to open more your mouth as he deepens the kiss, making your stomach roll. His other hand pulls you harder against him by the hips, his warmth transferring to you like a magnet.
-Promise me you won't ever sleep somewhere else. – He says, still kissing your lips, and you nod.
-Promise. – You whisper, and he grins, leaving a peck on your lips, brushing his nose on yours.
-Do I need to sleep in the couch tonight? – His low husky voice made you scream inside. You shake your head in denying. Of course he wouldn't sleep in the couch tonight. Not after his cute apology and his hot kisses.
