Unfinished Preference #6: Silent TreatmentLiam:
As Liam entered the kitchen, you dramatically rolled your eyes and set your cup down on the counter. You made a beeline for the door only for Liam to stand in the middle of it. "Talk to me," he ordered. You fiercely shook and he backed into a corner. He placed his hands on yours hips, lifting you up onto the counter. "I miss your voice babe. Please let me hear," he pressed his lips to the base of your neck.Niall:
As the pads of his fingertips ran from your knee and up towards your thigh, you roughly pushed it away, and defiantly crossed your arms. "I bet," he leaned in with his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "I could have you talking in two minutes," he whispered, returning his hand to your upper thigh. "Actually," his lips curved upwards into a sinister smoke. "I can get you talking in thirty seconds," he chuckled.