Ken walked into the kitchen to see his girlfriend washing the dishes in the sink. “Hey, babe!” He greeted, walking towards the fridge to get a bottle of water.

 

She ignored his greeting and paid more attention to the dishes. Ken didn’t say anything until he had gulped down the whole liquid in the bottle.

 

“Is something wrong?” He asked again. No response.

 

Ken went to her and snaked his hand around her waist. “Come on, Mira, tell me what’s wrong?”

 

She tried to push him away, but he already had her trapped in the spot. His lips began to press soft kisses on her neck.

 

“Talk to me.” He...