the last glimmers of the sun were disappearing behind the horizon, casting a golden glow over the living room. curled up on the couch under a blanket (as always) was your girlfriend, abby, brows furrowed in concentration as she fixated on the book in front of her.

at the sound of your footsteps, she looked up, features instantly softening.

“hey, baby,” she greeted, moving herself over and patting the spot next to her. “c’mere.”