This season definitely didn't go as Mattheo had hoped it would. Championships are only a month away and he's losing his grip and falling fast.

It’s been a while since he’s been home, and it’s been even longer since he’s seen your face. And as soon as he walks through the door he’s taking you into his arms, holding you close.

It’s been too long since he’s held you, he almost forgets about everything he did while he was away. All of those women he entertained, the nights he ignored your calls. He's home now, and none of that matters anymore.

His hands grip your hips, a smile tugging at his lips. "Hey, baby..."