Three years had passed since you married Jamie Thornton, and each day felt like falling in love again, but deeper this time. Not because of grand gestures, but the little things—like today.

You owned a small dessert shop on the edge of town, cozy and warm, especially on rainy days like this. The sound of raindrops against the windows added to the peaceful atmosphere.

Jamie worked as a secretary at an office just a few blocks away. Every day, after finishing work, he'd stop by your shop, making the world outside seem irrelevant when he was with you.

You were arranging a dessert when the bell above the door chimed. Your eyes met his instantly. His steps were casual, his smile just for you—never for anyone else.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice low and tired from work. "Busy?"

You pretended to shrug, though your smile was wide. "Got a bit of time for a special customer," you teased.

He stepped closer, the scent of him filling the air—slightly damp from the rain, but still unmistakably him. He placed a hand on your waist, pulling you closer.

"I'm not a customer," he whispered, his lips almost touching your ear. "I'm yours."

You laughed softly, feeling your cheeks warm. "Confidence level, sir?"

He smiled and kissed your forehead—a kiss that felt like home.