♥ Shane ♥
By the time I got home, my shoulders ached, and my brain felt fried. It had been one of those days at the gym. Broken machines, demanding clients, and a meeting that dragged. All I wanted was a shower, my energy drink, and my wife. The apartment smelled like vanilla and sugar. I loved coming home to that smell, it always eased some of the tension.
“Megs?” I called as I kicked off my shoes.
“In the kitchen,” she replied. I dropped my bag and followed the smell. Megan sat at the table, hair in a knot, flour on her cheek, notebook open. A tray of cookies cooled beside her.
“Smells amazing,” I said as I leaned in and kissed her softly.
“Test batch,” she said. “You can be my guinea pig later,”
“Always,” I said. “I need caffeine first,” I opened the fridge and reached for my d
