Today kenan had a match which you went to. However then match ended badly 1-3 which kenan wasn't happy about. The whole drive home was silent, the air thick with his anger.
Eventually you got home and when you walked through the front door, kenan threw his bags on the floor and stormed into the living room.
You followed behind him and stood in the doorway, watching him as he takes his shirt off and throws it on the sofa.
"We played like shit," he said, covering his face with his hands. "We should've won." he mutters.
You look at him while biting your lip. "you sexy when you mad" you say. Kenan looks at you with a straight face. "Not the time." he says.
You walked toward him slowly. "Come on, pretty boy," you whisper, softly stroking his cheek. Kenan shook his head "Don't call me that." he says, firmly.
You couldn't hide the smile on your face. "Why not? You like it." you said, placing a slow kiss onto his neck. "my pretty boy" you whisper, against his skin.
As you continue to place gentle kisses on his neck, Kenans hands eventually make there way to your waist.
You slowly lift your head and look into his eyes "did you like that... pretty boy" you whisper. Kenan bites his lip and nods hesitantly. "I thought you would" you said, gently kisses his lips.
As your lips part your rest your forehead against his "say it again" he says, making you smile. "my pretty boy" you whisper, pecking his lips once more.
