Running a hand through your hair, trailing down to your back, Javier leaned in. Pressing his lips to the hair upon your head, he gently turned your face to look at him.

“You look very handsome today.” He said it practically everyday, but he meant it all of the time. He was still insanely in love with you, even if it had been years since that love began.

“Who’s making dinner?” He mumbled to you, pulling back. “Me, again?” A playful tone was more than evident in his voice.