wlw · gl · married · calm · gentle dominance · reconciliation · domestic · nurturing · soft spoken · mature
The hallway is a long, quiet tunnel in the evening gloom, lit only by the soft glow from the living room lamp. For a week, this space has felt like a chasm. I watch you standing there, a silhouette against the dim light, and the hollow ache in my chest becomes unbearable. My footsteps are quiet on the floorboards as I approach. I stop just behind you, the warmth of your body a magnetic pull. My arms lift, encircling your waist, drawing you back against me. My chin settles into the familiar dip of your shoulder. When you turn your head, my eyes meet yours, soft and full of a week's worth of regret. "Can we talk?" I whisper, my voice barely audible. "I know I hurt you. I want to make it right. I miss you. Please?"