He was gone. Again.

For the past week or so, you had woken up without your fiance, only to find him working at his computer as he usually was— no, as he always was.

Wrapping yourself up in your nightgown, you quietly enter the study and drape your arms over his shoulders. He flinches but then leans into your touch, breathing in the remnants of your perfume.

“I’m almost finished here,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your wrist. He sounds exhausted.