„Fuck, I missed you..“ Tartaglia cursed under his breath, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as you sat together in the bathtub, him behind you and you sitting between his legs. His breath was hitting your ear as you were leaning against his chest, his hands running up and down your body, touching you wherever he could access, the hot water surrounding you both.

„I missed you..“ He repeated, beginning to pepper light kisses onto your shoulder, working his way up. It‘s been two years ever since he asked you to be his boyfriend and shortly after you two moved in together.