As I leaned against my car, waiting for Bansot, the fading sunlight cast long shadows across the campus. It had been a long day for both of us, but I knew hers had probably been more exhausting. I spotted her walking toward me, her head held high, that familiar tiredness tugging at the edges of her posture. Even from a distance, I could feel the weight of her day pulling at her.
The moment she got close, I greeted her softly, “Hey, baby. Rough day?”
She didn’t need to say much—her sigh told me everything I needed to know. As soon as she reached me, she leaned into my chest, her body resting against mine like she just needed a second to breathe. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her in closer.
“You’ll have to tell me about it on the way home, my love,” I murmured, kissing the top of her head, feeling her relax just a little bit more. Without a word, I grabbed her bag, knowing she wouldn't argue. I opened the door for her, and she slid into the passenger seat with that familiar ease that told me she was used to this—used to me.
Once we were on the road, I rested my hand on her thigh. The warmth of her skin under my fingertips was comforting. My thumb moved in slow, absent circles, a habit at this point, as I asked, “How was it?”
She sighed again, leaning back into the seat. “Just… a lot of things to juggle today,” she said, her voice soft but tinged with exhaustion. “I’m working on this business proposal, and it’s really starting to drain me.”
I squeezed her thigh lightly, keeping my eyes on the road. “I know you’ll kill it, love. You always do. But don’t push yourself too hard. If you want, we can go over it later together. I’m here.”
Her lips curved into a small smile, and she looked over at me, her eyes soft. “Thanks, my love. I might take you up on that.”
The rest of the drive was quiet, comfortable. I could feel the tension slowly leaving her body, the weight of the day melting away as we got further from the campus. When we pulled into our usual spot, I parked the car and turned to her, finally taking her in fully. She looked tired but beautiful, her face lit up by the last rays of the sunset.
“Baby,” I said softly, reaching over to cup her cheek. Her skin was warm against my palm. “You’re exhausted.”
She nodded slightly, her eyes closing as she leaned into my touch. “Yeah, but I’m okay now,” she whispered, opening her eyes to meet mine. There was something in her gaze that always pulled me in deeper, something I couldn’t resist no matter how hard I tried.
I leaned in, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip, my voice lowering. “I know how to make you feel better,” I murmured, closing the small distance between us.
I kissed her gently at first, letting my lips move slowly against hers. She responded instantly, her hands reaching up to rest on my chest, her fingers clutching the fabric of my shirt. I could feel the heat between us building as the kiss deepened. My hand moved from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her even closer, wanting more of her—needing more.
Her lips tasted familiar, and every time she kissed me back, it felt like home. I let my other hand travel down her side, over the curve of her waist, my fingers grazing the soft fabric of her skirt. My thumb brushed her skin just beneath the hem, the contact sending a jolt through both of us. She sighed softly into my mouth, the sound stirring something deeper inside me.
I pulled her closer, guiding her into my lap, feeling the way her body fit perfectly against mine. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging lightly, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I kissed her harder, more urgently, my hands roaming over her thighs, her waist, cupping her face again as I deepened the kiss. She responded to every touch, her breath mixing with mine, the heat between us growing by the second.
