Liebe-Siegt-Alles

It didn’t take a genius to figure out you were mad when you got home from school. Arthur was in the kitchen doing dishes when you dropped your book bag on the floor by the coffee table and flopped down onto the couch, crossing your arms and glaring at the ceiling. “Uh-oh. That doesn’t sound good.” You could hear the gentle amusement in his voice. You sighed irritably. He didn’t respond right away, but you knew there was a small smile on his lips as he finished up what he was doing and dried his hands on a towel. Pushing your head forward off of the couch, he took a seat beside you and then let your head fall bac