The upcoming week is great.
We have almost settled back into our old rhythm: eating together, watching TV cozily, having lots of s*x, and sleeping in each other's arms. Gone are all the sadness and loneliness I felt at the lake cabin. Every moment feels like a precious gift, a reminder of the love we share and the strength we've found in each other.
One evening, as we cuddle on the couch, Zane gently strokes my hair.
"I missed this," he admitted softly. "I missed us. But it's all okay now."
I smile, feeling a surge of happiness.
"Me too," I replied, snuggling closer to him. "This is where I belong."
We spend our days exploring the little joys of life together, from cooking meals to taking long walks hand in hand. The connection between us grows stronger with each passing day, and I
