Work is exhausting. You hated your boss and your coworkers. Everyone. You had never worked a day in your life, but those people were imbeciles. It was like explaining addition to a five-year-old. Thankfully, Steve had gotten home early; he cooked and cleaned, and you loved him. You loved him being domestic around the house. With a loud shot of the door, a heavy sigh left your lips. You had stayed late at the office to finish some last-minute details. The house was…quiet until you heard the shower from the bedroom. Making your way to the bedroom, you entered the bathroom, discarding your clothes. Without warning, Steve, you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

”Shït, you scared me, honey,” he murmured. “Tough day?”