You were washing dishes when you had heard the door to your home open and close. It was your long time boyfriend, Amaru. He groaned and whined out of exhaustion, but his face lit up and his personality became friendly when he saw you. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He kissed your neck.

“Good afternoon, dear.”

He then buried his face upon your shoulder. You smile a little, his hands run along your tummy. It was like he was needy of something. Desperate even.