Vignette’s POV
I hear him in the kitchen and my heart leaps; my step is light as I bound down the stairs to meet him with a kiss and a warm squeeze. My arms slide around his neck and I press my body full length against him. I stretch up on my toes and slide my soft lips against his, holding them there for a long moment. I can feel the corners of his mouth turn up as he grins.
"Miss me, little one?"
"Always."
"Show me."
I step back from him, a blush surfacing on my cheeks, the heat creeping all the way down my neck to the tops of my breasts. My fingers are slow and deliberate as they push the straps of my sundress down off my shoulders, the filmy material slipping down my arms and landing in a pool at my feet. His eyes touch me everywhere. His voice is firm and low, not much more than
