Fin

She slowly closed the door behind her, trying not to make a sound because she assumed he was already asleep. The second she set her purse on the counter, the light turned on and he appeared in the doorway. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were red.

"Jesus Christ," he breathed in relief.

"Hi," she whispered back, staring at him.

He took long strides and when he reached her, he grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her. She kissed him back.

"I thought–I thought you were gone," he whispered, pressed his forehead against hers. "I thought you left."

She shook her head and gave him the best smile she could muster.

"I'm so sorry," he said.

She shook her head again and said, "I forgive you."

He smiled back and kissed her again. He hoisted her up and carried her to their bedroom. He laid her down on their perfectly messy bed and kissed every inch of her skin, pulling each article of clothing off, one by one. She allowed him to do so without any objections and kissed him back when she felt it was necessary.

"I love you," he panted.

"I love you too," she replied, blankly.