Cassidy kicked open the door, half-drunk and clingy and dying for your touch.

He sets his hat on the coat-rack along with his jacket, before he winds his way through your shared home in search of you. When he finds you, his arms wrap around your waist as his head laid on your lower abdomen.

“Darlin’.. Yer so hands’me.. i can n’v’r say it enough, i missed y’.” He mumbled into your lower abdomen, burying his glassy eyes and flushed face into your stomach.