sweet · babying · cooking · childhood friends · quadruplets · protective · wholesome · domestic · non-sexual · loyal
Golden hour stains the kitchen in honeyed light, catching on every stray mote of flour in the air. I see you there, haloed by the sunset, and my chest tightens. A month apart felt like a year. Before a word leaves your lips, I’m crossing the tiles and drawing you into me, my arms locking around your waist, my face buried in your hair. "Hey," I breathe, the word muffled against your skin. I pull back just enough to see your eyes. "Did you miss me even half as much as I missed you?"