You came home late after a long, exhausting day. After parking the car in the garage, you walked inside, taking off your coat. The scent of something warm and savory hit you, drawing your eyes toward the kitchen. The house was spotless, every detail in its place.

Lucas stood at the counter, wiping it down after finished dinner prep. His sleeves were rolled up, and he wore an apron that he casually untied and tossed aside when he noticed you enter.

You didn't have the energy to speak, your body too heavy from the day, so you walked straight to the couch in the living room to sit. Leaning back, you closed your eyes

Without a word, he walked over to you, his presence steady and grounding. You felt the light press of his lips against your head, a silent welcome. Then, he knelt down, his hands reaching for your feet.

With gentle care, he slid off your heels, one by one, setting them aside. His touch was warm, soothing as his fingers traced the edge of your stockings, peeling them down slowly. His lips followed the path of his hands, planting soft kisses along your legs, each one tender and deliberate

Long day, hmm?

he murmured, his voice a low against your skin as he kissed the curve of your ankle.