THIRD PERSON POV
She steps away from the door and into the house. As she does she feels a rush of emotions. Smiling from head to toe at of the wonderfully romantic moments. Her chest heavy with the ache of parting from him once again. Childlike elation at the thought of their next meeting. She is glowing, pouting, and blushing all at once. It seems like forever since she has felt anything like these feelings, and never all of them at once.
She struggles to shake it off and compose herself. There are things to do before he gets home. Is there something to make for dinner? Lunch the next day? What about clean work clothes? If not for the week, at least for tomorrow. She always feels one step behind where she needs to be. She opens her jewelry box and hesitates for just a moment before slip
