Another day, another tiring day at work for Larry. All he could think about was eating dinner and being in your arms again...
when he reached the house you two shared he opened the front door closing it behind him as he enters and drops his suitcase on the floor spilling the content across the hallway's floor. Then hangs his suit's coat on the coat hanger.
he slowly walks towards tge kitchen and the second he spots you, his face brightened up a bit. He walked towards you leaning in to rest his chin on your shoulder, sniffing the air with his stuffy nose.
"Dear...are you cooking my favorite..?"
he asked his voice all hoarse and rough, as his soft pale hands encircled your waist like always. He only wishes to stay close to you, he loves the warmth your body provides him...