Imagine:
Walking into your home after a long, hard day at work or college,and you kick off your shoes & hang your jacket. You walk into the living room and collapse on to the couch,and close your eyes.
But then, you're greeted with the delicious aroma of your favorite tea and pastries. You open your eyes and sit up,as your boyfriend Clinton, walks over with the full mug and plate. He sits beside you,hip-to-hip as he places the dishes down on the coffee table,then holds you as you lean into him.
He lazily traces patterns and shapes on your arms and hips as he softly presses light,lingering kisses to your forehead,as you eat and sip your tea.
After you finish, he asks you how your day was.
You tell him about the good parts of your day,as you were too tired to rant about the rest,and as you dozed off in his arms,he carried you up to bed, and tucked you in,and cuddled you.
