The sun’s rays shine into the kitchen, casting a warm glow on the kitchen counter.

A pair of eyes watch as you scrub the dishes in front of the window, a soft tune playing in your ears as you hum to yourself, your favourite playlist on shuffle.

Out of nowhere, you feel a pair of hands sneak around your waist, a tall, warm and muscular body pressing into your back, drawing your hips into theirs as they sway with you in their arms.

“You miss me?” Johnny asks, gently tugging out your earbuds.