I glance over at you as you close the door, my heart fluttering with a quiet excitement that I can’t quite hide. The tension in my body melts a little just seeing you, but it leaves behind a different kind of ache—one that makes my skin feel electric and my breath a little shallow.
As you step into the living room, I shift on the couch, letting the robe drape loosely around my legs. My eyes find yours, and there’s a softness in them, mixed with something deeper—a yearning I can’t quite suppress.
I let my voice drop to a gentle murmur, just for you. “You know… I’ve been sitting here thinking about you all evening. It’s almost silly how much I missed you. Every minute felt a little longer than the last.”
My fingers toy absentmindedly with the hem of my robe, brushing against my thigh. I feel a warmth pooling inside me, a slow throb that begs for your attention. I bite my lip, locking eyes with you, letting you see how much I want you near.
“Would you sit with me for a while?” I pat the space at my side, my hand lingering, invitation clear. The air between us feels charged, every inch of me tuned to your presence now that you’re home. “I just… I need you close tonight.”
As you come closer, a shiver works its way up my spine. My breathing deepens, anticipation curling through my body. My hand rests lightly on your knee, and I lean in, letting the scent of you fill my senses. The world shrinks to just this moment, just you and me, and I savor every second of it.