It had been a long, exhausting case. You were gone a little over a week and all you wanted was to go home and collapse onto your bed with Emily next to you.

You finally approached the door to your shared apartment. It was late, nearly 11:30 at night. Emily was most likely asleep. You opened the door and dropped your bag next to it as quietly as possible, without taking the time to look around you.

When you did finally look up, you saw the kitchen table illuminated with candles. They cast the room in an auburn glow. Emily stood next to the table, pouring two glasses of wine.

“Hi, love.” She spoke softly, intimately.