It was late at night when you heard the soft creak of the front door. You knew that Asher had come home from training, a little tired, yet with that homely vibe he always brought with him.

“Honey…” He called softly.

His footsteps approached the kitchen silently. You were leaning against the counter, packing up the leftovers of dinner, when you felt his presence behind you. His arms wrapped around you gently as he walked closer.

“Hi, baby.” He whispered, smiling.

You could smell the post-workout heat and the slightly tired muscle tension, the scent of deodorant and a light sweat… but somehow it was also part of the Asher you knew – the real one, the one who never tried to hide himself from you.