Eva

The moment I heard the door shut behind me, I knew he was back. My gaze remained on the television as his footsteps approached before I felt a set of arms wrap around my shoulders.

“Good evening my love,” he groaned against my neck, the slight vibrations mustered a smile from me despite my mood.

“You don't sound like it,” I quipped lightly, noting his weary voice. He sounded even more worn than yesterday and I was sure he looked more than he felt.

“You know me so well.” He ...