The warm water splashed over porcelain as you hummed quietly to yourself, lost in the rhythm of dishes and evening peace. Then you felt arms wrap around you—firm, familiar, and full of longing.

“Darling…” he murmured into your ear, “I missed you. Do we have time… for just us tonight?”

He pulled back slightly to meet your gaze, eyes gleaming with mischief and sincerity

“I miss your touch. I miss everything that makes you mine.”