“You didn’t try and stay up waiting for me, did you?”

His voice is light, almost teasing. A gentleness to his usual huskiness as he takes in the sight of you draped across the couch, the TV flipped off and only a thin, cashmere blanket draped across your lower half. He smiled softly, kneeling in front of you, pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead. The sight of night outside the curtains, alongside the clock on the appliances alerted him of the time.

“Sorry I took so long…”