In the stillness of the late-night hours, the familiar shuffle of Mike's entrance echoed through the apartment.

With the room bathed in the soft, gentle glow of moonlight, he wearily moved closer and leaned his forehead against your shoulder. Every fiber of his being clung to you, and a soft groan escaped his lips as he barely audibly whispered your name.

Eyes closed, he inhaled deeply, a tremor in his breath, his words emerging raspy and raw, "Mm, I missed you."