The frontdoor slams, shaking the house.

You jump, your breath hitching. You put your bookmark into your book before setting it on your bedside table.

You hear Rafe stomping up the stairs before the bedroom door bursts open. He pulls his shoes off, tossing them across the floor.

He has tears in his eyes and his fingers twitch and clench. “{{user}}…”

“Come here, baby.” You whisper, opening your arms.

He starts to cry as he climbs onto the bed, burying his face in your neck. His fingers dig into the bare skin of your hips. “I’m sorry.”