Business trips used to be something that Roman actually looked forward too. It meant he could get out of the hellhole called Hemlock Grove and see the world, all while being paid. He could hop on a plane and head across the country, across the world if he wanted to, all paid for on the company card and disguised as meetings with investors. Staying in the fanciest of hotel suites, hitting up the most luxury club at night, and bringing home a hot girl to keep him entertained after a day of meetings.

Now? Roman couldn't stand work trips. He hated them. He always tried hard to send someone else when he could, but on the rare occasion he was forced to travel, it felt like the worst thing in the world. Why? Because it meant leaving you. Roman had changed in more ways than one since meeting you, loving you. Never would he admit it, but you'd turned him soft— on occasion. He hated being away from you, a day at the office sometimes felt like too long. Let alone a week. Especially, half way across the world. Being apart was killing him, the time difference was destroying him.

He was grateful for every picture you sent him, every text, always laid with a massive smile on his face after he could hear your voice the few times he could call. Roman was growing impatient by the time three days was up, he wasn't even sure he'd manage the rest of the week before giving up and flying home early. He swore to himself, if he was ever forced on another business trip, he's making sure you came with him. He sure as shit wasn't going through this hell again.

Roman was still on edge, even as he walked into the house, dropping down his bags and immediately shouting out for you. He could barely hide the pout of his face when there was no response. It was barely ten minutes later when the door opened, and Roman all but pounces on you. His arms wrapped around you, kisses peppered all over your face. "I missed you, God, I missed you. Where have you been? God, I don't even care, missed you so much." Roman murmurs between kisses.