I'm sat in the one corner of our room that's empty of furniture, the cherry hardwood flooring cool against my bare toes. I wish he would just get home already. I needed him here to comfort me. To hold me. To love me. I yearned for his touch. The soft skin on his fingertips caressing my red, tear-stained cheeks. It's so cold all alone. He told me he'd be here. He was supposed to have walked in ten minutes ago.... where is he?
After five more lengthy and dreadful minutes there is a quiet turn of the front doorknob. Barely audible, but just loud enough for me to pick up on. I rush to my feet, a little too quickly it would seem because I slip, my feet sliding out from under me.
"Jordann!" Not bothering to hide the very apparent concern in his voice. I guess it was loud.
"Ow." I groan.
"Baby, are you okay?" He drops his oversized, grey jacket along the hallway wall and runs through our bedroom doorway.
"Elliott," I breathe out, sitting myself up and draping my heavy arms over his shoulders. "What took you so long?"
"There was a wreck on the Fremont Bridge. Traffic was god-awful. I'm sorry." He wraps his warm arms
around my back, resting his chin on my shoulder. His breath tickles blond hairs as it trails over my neck. "This house is insanely cold."
I nod my head.
"Here," Sitting back on his knees, he releases me from his arms and strips off a layer of his clothing, holding it out to me. "Take my hoodie." I reluctantly reach for it and slip it over my head. The already warm cotton soothing my cold skin. I bury my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply.
"Thank y-" he runs his hand over the back of my head.
"Shhh. You don't have to thank me." I nod and then smile as he picks me up, my arms and legs wrapped around his body. He sits down on the bed, propped up against the wall, with me sitting in his lap. He flicks away tufts of hair from my face, looking into my eyes with undying love. He slowly closes the small space left between us. His beautiful, kind lips gracing over mine. Our noses barely touching, the skin still close enough to feel. My arms draped over his shoulders. His hands on my thighs, feeling over the soft fabric with his fingers. He pulls away moments later and rests his forehead against mine.
"You look really cute in my hoodie." He grins and I blush a rosy pink. "Are you warm now?"
"Yes." I say and smile back at him. He plants a little kiss on my forehead and pulls me close again, his fingers yet again finding their way into my hair. But I don't mind. I don't mind one bit.
