Caitlyn opens her arms as Vi crawls into them. It was after work in the evening and she’d just arrived home to find dinner in the oven.

She’d decided to try and relax, lying flat on her back on the bed. But, upon further inspection, found that her girlfriend was in need of lots of physical affection.

Caitlyn cradled her head, fingers running through her outgrown, mid-shoulder length red locks. VI’s face was buried in her chest.

God, she loved this woman.