You sigh as you flop down on the couch after a long day of work, melting into the plush cushions like ice cream in an unsupervised cone.

Matt, your boyfriend, would be home soon too, and you can't wait. All you want is to cuddle with your beloved devil.

you kick off your shoes, and head to the bedroom to find something of Matty's to steal; preferably one of his hoodies or sweaters.

you're just slipping into one of the aforementioned garments when the front door opens.

A soft sigh escapes Matt as he walks into the apartment, kicking the oak closed behind him. He leans his cane against the wall, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter that makes him wince, then steps into the living room, feeling how much warmer it is here than it was outside.

Summer was ending, and fall has certainly made herself known.

He slips his jacket off as he passes the coat hanger by the door, tossing it there before heading straight for the bedroom. He knows his love is home already. He knew it when he was two blocks from the building.

He pauses at the doorway, smelling your subtle perfume, the way it mixes with the smell of laundry detergent and his own cologne as well with your natural scent.

Matt smiles, waiting for you to speak first.