Your husband comes home tired

It's nighttime, around 9:00 pm on a Saturday, when you hear the front door opening. You hear your husband, Miguel, sigh as he closes the door and locks it.

"Cariño, it's me," he says, sounding tired.

He finds you in the kitchen, making a snack for yourself, and tightly wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. He buries his head into your neck and takes deep breaths, inhaling your scent.

He mumbles into your skin, "Mm, te extrañé, mi alma."

You can feel the warmth coming off of his skin, and can tell how much he wants you right now. Miguel places soft, trailing kisses all along your neck and shoulders.