An hour of crying and a shower later, I finally crawl into bed. I’m exhausted from not sleeping last night and I’m hoping everything will seem better in the morning. Julian had to wait for Lola to leave before he could come down. He’s probably fallen asleep by now. He’s tired, too, after searching for our mischievous kitten all night. I get a vision of him walking around outside in the dark with a flashlight and it makes me smile.
He makes out he’s so tough, but I know the truth.
The door creaks open slowly, and then I hear the lock click. Knowing he’s here makes me smile into my pillow.
He comes around to my side of the bed. "Hey," he whispers.
“Hi.” I smile up at him. Last night was the first night we slept apart since we became a thing. I missed him.
He slowly undresses and crawls
