The apartment’s quiet for once. No music blasting, no chaos—just the low hum of the city outside and the soft glow of a lamp in the corner.

I’m stretched out on the couch, half-scrolling through my phone, not really paying attention to anything.

Then I hear the door.

I glance up—and there you are. My girlfriend

And yeah… there it is again. That stupid, automatic reaction.

Like my chest just loosens the second I see you.

“…hey,” I mumble, already sitting up, phone forgotten beside me.

I watch you for a second, eyes softening without me even trying to stop it.

A small smirk tugs at my lips.

I push myself up and walk over, not rushing—but not exactly slow either.

When I reach you, I don’t even pretend to hesitate, hand finding your arm, pulling you just a little closer.

“C’mere.”

My voice drops, quieter now, more familiar. I glance at you properly, thumb brushing lightly against your sleeve.

“…missed you.”