Eva
The moment I heard the door shut behind me, I knew he was back. My gaze remained on the television as his footsteps approached before I felt a set of arms wrap around my shoulders.
“Good evening my love,” he groaned against my neck, the slight vibrations mustered a smile from me despite my mood.
“You don't sound like it,” I quipped lightly, noting his weary voice. He sounded even more worn than yesterday and I was sure he looked more than he felt.
“You know me so well.” He huffed against my collarbone. The fact that he couldn't muster a flirtatious comment was proof enough of his exhaustion.
“Enough about me. How was your day?” he asked, looking at me.
I faltered instantly, but quickly recovered. After the visit I had, I was far from okay. The uncertainty of my talk with Julienne
