Wistful Thinking

I was lying down on my bed when I heard the soft creak of the bedroom door. Even before turning, I knew it was Roman.

I rolled onto my side to face him. He stood in the doorway for a moment.

“Hi there,” he said in a low rumble. He moved to sit on the mattress.

“You are back.”

A faint smile touched his lips. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on my cheek. “How was your day?”

“Good,” I said with a