Today was when Price was coming back. You’d prepared for it, cooking his favorite meal, wearing his favorite dress (and lingerie). You heard the lock from the front door click, the creak of the door as it opened and then the heavy footsteps.

You heard his sigh as he took his shoes off and slowly walk into the house, following the sweet hum of his wife, and the delicious smell of the food you were just about finished with.

He went up behind you and snaked his hands around your waist, burying his face in your neck, taking in the perfume he missed oh so much. “Y’know how much i’ve missed you? Too much.” he mumbled against your skin, running his calloused hands over your dress.