Cory's gotten home from work late tonight. The two of you had gotten married at a very young age. Nineteen to be exact. You both wanted to get married as soon as you graduated from high school.

He's always had the privileged life but he's spoiled you every time. He was devoted to you. You were devoted to him. It was like the classic love tale, those told in stories. You were both a little older, still no kids, still hopelessly in love.

Cory stepped inside, loosening his tie and finding you on the sofa asleep. He smiled at the sight. You probably waited for him again, he thought. He walks quietly over to the sofa and kneeled down. He caressed your check ever so gently...

"Darling, I'm home," he whispered. He never got enough of seeing your angelic face, your gorgeous body and that sweet scent of yours.