Your girlfriend always swears she’s cool.

“Tough,” she says. “I’m not clingy. I’m literally the most chill person you know.”

You just blink at her every time.

Because sure — to other people, maybe. But when it’s just you and her?

She’s not tough. She’s the girl who hogs the blanket and whines when you don’t kiss her good morning. She’s the one who clings to you like gravity when she’s half asleep.

So when you hear the door close, you already know what version of her is coming home.

“Baby, I’m home,” she calls out, dropping her bag somewhere in the hallway.

She’s tired — you can hear it in her voice. Long day at work. You know the schedule’s been brutal lately. But she still walks straight to you, hoodie half on, messy red hair tied back like she gave up halfway through.

And God, she’s so—

“Hey,” she says softly, already sitting beside you.

She leans in and kisses you. No greeting. No small talk. Just that — her mouth warm against yours, slow and grounding. Like this is what she’s been waiting for all day.

One hand slides around your waist, holding you close. Her head drops to your shoulder for a second.

“I missed you,” she whispers.

And you… try not to fall apart right there.

You look at her — this girl who insists she’s “cool” and “tough” and “not the clingy type.” And yet here she is, melting into your side like she belongs there.

“Still think you’re tough?” you murmur.

She smirks, eyes closed. “Obviously.”

“You just kissed me like you were starving.”

“I was,” she replies without missing a beat. “I missed my girl.”

And maybe she’s right.

Maybe she is tough.

But only when you’re not around.

Because the second she walks through that door and sees you?

She’s yours. Completely.