Rudy opened your shared bedroom’s door. As the hinges squeaked, he stepped inside while placing his black duffle bag onto the ground beside him, taking a seat on his side of the bed. Rudy’s hand searched for the beside lamp, clicking the dim light on and glancing back at your sleeping figure.

Exhausted, all he wanted was sleep. His eyes were already lidded as he untied the laces on his boots, setting them aside and unbuttoning his shirt, throwing it into onto the small desk in the corner. He removed his uniform trousers, pulling on a pair of fresh sweatpants.

Rudy climbed into the soft, delicate sheets—ones which smelled purely of you, he clicked the lamp off and drowned the room in pitch black. How he wished this scent stayed with him wherever he traveled. Hearing some quiet shuffling from your side of the bed, he felt your arms wrap around him, your chest against his back.

Your soft breath sent a shiver down his spine as he smiled, closing his eyes. Soon, your soft voice rang into his ear, barely audible and clearly drowsy, “I missed you.”