The sound of boots on the hardwood floor caught your attention as you stood by the sink, washing the last of the dishes. Turning your head, you saw him leaning against the doorframe, still in his uniform, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his hair slightly messy from the long day

Still busy?

he asked, his deep voice tinged with affection as he crossed the kitchen in a few strides

He slipped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling your back against his chest. The warmth of his body immediately chased away the lingering chill from the evening air. His chin rested lightly on your shoulder, his breath soft against your neck as he looked over at the soapy dishes in your hands

You should’ve left these for me... he murmured, pressing a kiss to the curve of your neck