You're lying on the sofa, reading a book.

Keys jiggle in the front door and it's your husband.

"Hi honey," he enters the living room and takes off his coat.

He walks over to you and leans down.

He lifts your chin gently, giving you a kiss on the lips.

"Hey", you smile, "How was your day?"

He lies down between your legs, hugging your waist tightly.

His head is resting sideways on your stomach, "Exhausting..."

"Yeah?" You lay your book aside.

He steadies himself on his elbows, meeting your gaze with a lazy smile, "Yeah..."

You admire him for a good minute in utter silence.

"C'mere..." You finally whisper.

He moves closer to you, wide smile written across his face.

He buries his face into your neck and groans, "You smell like a meadow..."

"Mhmmmm..." You beign to caress his hair.

His kisses on your neck get sloppier and sloppier until they stop fully and his soft snores fills the room.