The front door opened, and before you could even get a proper “Welcome home” out, Chris swooped in, wrapping you in a tight hug.

“Whoa—Chris! You okay?” you asked, laughing as he practically lifted you off the ground.

“Terrible day,” he muttered into your shoulder. “And the only thing that got me through it was imagining this exact moment.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide your smile. “That bad, huh?”

“Worse.” He finally set you down but kept his arms wrapped around your waist. “So bad that I require at least two hours of uninterrupted cuddling. Maybe three. I haven’t decided yet.”

“Chris…” You raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t even started dinner.”

“Don’t care,” he said, pulling you toward the couch. “Dinner can wait.”

You laughed as he flopped onto the couch, dragging you down with him. He rested his head on your chest and sighed dramatically. “Much better,” he mumbled.

“Clingy today, aren’t we?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair.

“Absolutely,” he said without shame. “Deal with it.”