Curled up on the couch with a blanket, you were all snuggled up in Tom's shirt and his sweatpants, watching God knows what on the TV as you waited for him to come home from set. Noticing a noise emitting from the front door, you stand up and peek your head through the living room's threshold. You step out into the hallway, not seeing Tom.

"Huh. Where'd he go? I swear I heard him." You mutter to yourself, cautiously walking towards the front door.

"Hey, sweetheart!" Tom beams, popping up from behind, scaring you before picking you up and smothering you in kisses. "You wearing my clothes?" He asks cheekily, slowing easing off of the kisses and raising an eyebrow curiously.