Your pov:
I had been making the fanciest dinner, slaving away, for at least 2 hours, for Luke.
He has been on tour for 7 months and is finally coming home.
I'm so full of excitement that I have been dancing round the kitchen in my short shorts and crop top listening to his songs for a good hour.
Luke is a big guy, 6'1, 6'2 on a good day, so needs to be fed well and he will be tonight.
The buzzer went off to remind me to take out the garlic bread, as soon as I placed it on the stove top I heard a key fit and turn in the front door
I span around so fast I almost have myself whiplash
There he stood, in his airport clothes, floppy blonde hair hanging in curtains, with a suitcase in one hand and a guitar over the other shoulder
We stood looking at each other for about 5 seconds, smiling, until we couldn't hold it in anymore.
He put his guitar up against the wall and through the suitcase on the floor as I sprinted up to him and jumped in his arms
He buried his face in my hair, hands around my waist and my legs around his.
'I missed you so much' He whispered in my ear over my hair
'Not as much as I missed you baby' I smiled.
There was no way in hell I was letting go so easily after him being away for practically a year, it felt like, so I clung on like his own little spider monkey.
He carried me over the the island in the middle of our kitchen and placed me on it giving me a long hard kiss just to prove how much he missed me
I reciprocated it, maybe more passionately
'What have you been cooking?' He asked as we finally broke away from each other's lips
'Ah nothing... ok that's a lie. I made some homemade pizzas because I know you like how I do them, I have some pasta, garlic bread and, of course, as much ice cream as I could fit in the freezer'
He chuckled to himself, 'you did all this for me?'
'Of course, I love you baby'
'I love you more'
