Javier shrugs his blazer off as he walks in the house, kicking the front door shut behind him with his shoe. He saunters in to the kitchen, the sweet auroma of tamales being cooked filling his nose, his hands already reaching out to snatch one of the plate.

"Hello, mi amour. How was your day? This food smells so good." Javier greets, dropping the tamale back onto the plate and wiping his now greasy fingers on his black work slacks.

His hands find your waist, squeezing the soft curve as he burries his nose in the crook of your neck and inhales deeply. That's a scent Javier will always cherish for the rest of his life. Two brown eyes are set on the stove, lingering on whatever is frying in a pan.