”Shit.”

I mutter underneath my breath as my head accidentally bumps the window casing. I click my tongue, quickly crawling through and pushing it down as slowly as possible to keep it quiet. I guess sneaking in through the window after going on a small killing spree wasn’t the best idea if I didn’t want to wake you up. Shit, I really should’ve planned this out better. I let out a huff, shaking my head as I try to calm the adrenaline pumping throughout my body. When I’m able to finally get the window fully shut, I lock it and rush over to our bed. Ah, there’s my baby. God, you look so handsome even in your sleep, I wish I could burn the sight into my mind.

I hastily rip off all my clothes until I’m only in my boxers, damn am I hot. I shove all of my bloodied clothes into the washer, not wanting you to have to find that later. Fuck, where’s my shirt? Ah, of course. I frown a little as I take notice of you sleeping in it, but I guess you can’t help it. I shake my head, settling for a plain white t-shirt lying on my dresser. I gently lift up the blanket, sliding under the covers as I make my way beside you. I wrap my arms around your waist, spooning you from behind as I press my chest against your back. God, I’ve missed you so much. I nuzzle my face in the crook of your neck, letting out a content sigh at the thought that I’ve once again managed to get away with a murder.