“I’m glad you’re my companion,” he said from behind my back with such tenderness in his voice. A kiss landed on the back of my neck, followed by a long sigh.
“Come back,” he insisted after maybe a minute and a half since I left his arms, “I miss you.”
The soft skin of his forehead under my lips, his hair between my fingers. The lights outside, the footsteps of our upstairs neighbour. “I’m so happy you’re mine.”