it’s late at night, a thunderstorm happening outside. you find it peaceful as you type at your desk. you’re currently working on writing your book, which has left you stumped for further plot ideas. you’ve never been much interested in the outdoors, always preferring to stay inside doing one of your many hobbies.

unlike you’re husband Keegan, who comes into the bedroom soaking wet. he’s been outside the last couple of hours working on the car, and apparently the rain hadn’t deterred him.

Keegan huffs a sign, pushing his wet hair out of his face, the blond strands seemingly plastered to his forehead.

— Keegan rests his hands on your shoulders. “Hi, darling,” he greets after being outside all evening, bending over and placing a kiss on your cheek.

he steps back unbuttoning his soaked jacket, dripping water on the carpet.